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THE  AUTHOR 


Cwtiis  Stew 


Copyright,  1913,  1920 

by 
Alvin  Curtis  Shaw 


"PS 


TO 

Someone  who  has  never  wavered 
Someone  who  is  always  true, 

Someone  who  is  standing  by  me, 
Someone  who  will  see  me  through. 

When  the  shadows  gather  round  me, 
She's  my  star  that  leads  me  on; 

Hand  in  hand  we'll  go  together 
Through  the  night  into  the  dawn — 

MY  WIFE 


'    :3 


INTRODUCTION 

In  presenting  this  volume  of  optimistic 
poetic  philosophy  to  the  public,  it  is  the  earn 
est  desire  of  the  author  to  add  in  some  meas 
ure  to  the  sum  of  human  happiness.  In  this 
work  will  be  found  no  shadows,  no  gloom. 
Should  the  words  of  cheer  contained  herein 
cause  some  lone  brother  or  sister  who  is  bend 
ing  beneath  the  burden  of  life  to  again  take 
heart  and  renew  the  battle,  the  author's  mis 
sion  will  have  been  accomplished. 

Within  will  be  found  a  wide  diversity  of 
thought,  chief  among  which  is  the  universal 
and  eternal  law  governing  the  world  and 
man:  the  great  Within,  founded  on  the  basic 
principles  of  life,  love,  truth  and  justice. 

The  author  begs  leave  to  offer  his  sincere 
thanks  to  all  who  have  contributed  in  any 
manner  to  whatever  of  success  he  may  have 
attained  in  the  field  of  literary  endeavor, 
especially  to  those  lovers  of  the  muse  for 
their  kind  and  generous  appreciation  of  a 
former  edition. 

THE  AUTHOR. 


CONTENTS 

Maxims  15 

A  Bosom  Friend  16 

The  Tugboat  or  the  Liner 17 

Who  Slaps  You  on  the  Back 19 

The  Optimist  21 

Maxims  23 

The  Fallacy  of  Tomorrow 24 

The  Great  Within 27 

The  Tyrant  Boss 30 

Maxims  32 

The  Carnal  Man  33 

True  Greatness  35 

A  Man  Worth  While 37 

Maxims   41 

Elbow  Your  Way 42 

The  Smile  Will  Win 44 

The  Sunlit  Way  46 

Maxims  48 

Thought  is  the  Motor 49 

Law    52 

Man  55 

Maxims  61 

Love  ..  ..  62 


10  CONTENTS 

Nature's  Queen  65 

Kubelik 67 

Maxims   72 

Little   Joe    73 

The  Baby  77 

Homeless  Little   Ones 80 

The  Laughter  of  a  Child 82 

Maxims   84 

The  Model  Preacher 85 

Eulogy  on  Abraham  Lincoln 88 

Eulogy  on  Robert  G.  Ingersoll 93 

Universal  Law  98 

Maxims  101 

The  Y.  M.  C.  A 102 

United  States  Marines  106 

When  Wars  Will  Cease 109 

Maxims   Ill 

Woman   112 

Mother  114 

We  Should  Not  Judge  a  Brother 117 

Maxims   120 

The  Ideal  Home 121 

What  is  Home  Without  a  Dad?.. 124 

Maxims   127 

Lincoln  and  the  Boys  in  Blue 128 

Criticism  134 

Maxims   .  ...140 


CONTENTS  11 

The  Great  Race  141 

Fairy  Land  147 

Hogan  and  Doolan  150 

Maxims   154 

World  History  155 

The  Road  to  Easy  Street 158 

Nothing  New  161 

Stickin'  Round 163 

The  Stenographer  165 

Maxims   168 

Bygone  Days  169 

The  Old  Fashioned  Circus.... 171 

Maxims   178 

Getting  Old  179 

Fairy  Tales 180 

House  of  Lords  181 

Man's  Emancipation  182 

Maxims  203 

Bar  of  Public  Opinion 204 


POEMS 


MAXIMS 

The  world  may  judge  you  right  or  wrong, 

Whoever  scorns  or  flatters, 
Still  wear  within  your  soul  a  song 

It's  what  you  are  that  matters. 


The  traitors  fear  and  doubt  will  yield, 
They're  cowards  in  the  fight, 

While  courage  stays  upon  the  field, 
And  puts  them  both  to  flight. 


There  is  no  harm  when  day  by  day 
We  gather  knowledge  where  we  may. 

Defy  the  old  time  honored  rules, 
And  learn  from  sages,  wits  or  fools. 


A  BOSOM  FRIEND. 

We  count  that  one  a  bosom  friend 
Who  has  no  selfish  aim  or  end, 
Who  only  sees  the  good  you  do, 
And  overlooks  the  wrong  in  you. 

When  you  are  overcome  with  care 
And  trouble,  they  are  always  there; 
They  know  at  once  and  understand, 
And  come  to  you  with  heart  and  hand. 

In  all  the  world  there  are  a  few 

Who  stick  and  stay  and  see  you  through. 

Who  has  no  selfish  aim  or  end, 

We  count  that  one  a  bosom  friend. 


THE  TUG  BOAT  OR  THE  LINER 

The  mind  of  man  is  like  a  ship 

Upon  a  sea  of  doubt: 
Thought  is  the  anchor,  should  it  slip, 

He's  blown  and  tossed  about. 

Some  are  like  pleasure  boats  at  sea. 

The  storms  they  cannot  brave — 
While  some  are  liners,  grand  and  free, 

Defying  wind  and  wave. 

Some,  like  the  tug  boat,  hug  the  shore, 
With  smoke  and  din  resound— 

While  liners  face  the  billows'  roar, 
And  sail  the  world  around. 


18          THE  TUG  BOAT  OR  THE  LINER 

The  tug  is  tossed  by  every  breeze, 

It  cannot  cross  the  bar; 
While  liners  dare  the  unknown  seas, 

With  wind  and  wave  and  star. 

Man  was  intended  brave  and  free 
By  nature's  great  Designer. 

Which  will  you  be  on  life's  great  sea, 
A  tug  boat  or  a  liner? 


WHO  SLAPS  YOU  ON  THE  BACK 

We  like  that  one  who  calls  us  Mac, 
With  friendly  slap  upon  the  back; 
And  in  that  slap  a  world  of  vim; 
My  heart  just  goes  right  out  to  him. 

When  you  are  feeling  hlue,  that  slap, 
It  seems  to  say,  "Brace  up,  old  chap !" 
The  windows  of  your  soul  begin 
To  raise  and  let  the  sunshine  in. 

The  clouds  that  came  across  your  way, 
All  seem  at  once  to  pass  away; 
You're  ready  then  to  dare  and  do. 
That  slap  just  puts  new  life  in  you. 


20          WHO  SLAPS  YOU  ON  THE  BACK 

There  is  no  cloud  in  all  your  skies, 
No  load  you  cannot  pack — 
That  one's  an  angel  in  disguise, 
Who  slaps  you  on  the  back. 


THE  OPTIMIST 

His  heart    is  light,  he  bids  good-night 
To  every  care  and  sorrow, 

And  all  the  day  a  sunny  way 
And  trouble  will  not  borrow. 

He  has  no  fear,  he's  full  of  cheer, 
No  matter  where  you  meet  him — 

He's  spick  and  span,  he's  all  a  man, 
It's  mighty  hard  to  beat  him. 

He's  full  of  grit,  get-up  and  git, 
He's  honest,  and  he's  able — 

He  gets  our  praise  because  he  plays 
His  cards  above  the  table. 


22  THE    OPTIMIST 

He's  always  on  the  firing  line, 
In  danger  does  not  rattle — 

He's  at  the  front,  he  bears  the  brunt. 
The  hottest  of  the  battle. 

He  toes  the  mark,  however  dark 
The  sky  may  be  above  him, 

And  all  the  while  he  wears  a  smile, 
You  cannot  help  but  love  him. 

He's  always  got  a  tender  spot 
For  wife  and  babe  and  mother, 

He  plays  his  part,  with  soul  and  heart, 
We're  proud  to  call  him  brother. 


MAXIMS 

Some  people  try  to  kill  the  truth 
Yet  there  is  not  the  least  alarm, 

They  never  have  been  close  enough 
To  do  the  truth  a  bit  of  harm. 


The  proper  time  of  day  to  dine 
For  those  of  wealth  and  ease, 

Is  six  or  eight  or  ten  p.  m. 
Or  any  time  they  please. 

While  some  of  the  unfortunate 
Who  have  to  strive  and  plan, 

The  proper  time  for  them  to  dine 
Is  any  time  they  can. 


One  fact  there  is  'tis  very  plain  to  see 
We  hold  him  wise  who  with  us  will  agree. 


THE  FALLACY  OF  TOMORROW 

When  we  wait  until  Tomorrow, 

And  always  hesitate, 
Then  when  Tomorrow  comes  around, 

We're  just  a  little  late. 

They  who  wait  until  Tomorrow, 
Thinking  there  will  be  a  way, 

Then  they  do  not  know  the  value 
Of  doing  things  Today. 

When  we  wait  until  Tomorrow, 
Then  we  close  and  lock  the  gate 

Upon  our  opportunity, 
Ascribing  it  to  fate. 


THE  FALLACY  OF  TOMORROW  25 

The  man  who  says  "I  cant'  today," 

Will  never  pay  his  bill, 
But  fame  and  fortune  wait  upon 

The  man  who  says  "I  will." 

The  world  would  stop  entirely, 
And  what  would  happen,  pray, 

If  it  weren't  for  the  many 
Who  are  doing  things  today? 

When  we  say  we  can  and  will  Today, 

Then  we  are  at  our  best, 
And  place  in  action  all  the  power 

Of  which  we  are  possessed. 

The  man  who  says,  "I  will  today," 

Does  not  believe  in  fate, 
When  will  and  power  both  unite, 

Then  man  is  truly  great. 


26  THE  FALLACY  OF  TOMORROW 

The  heights  are  being  scaled  Today, 

So  lofty  and  suhlime, 
Tomorrow  with  her  wrecks  is  strewn, 

Along  the  shores  of  time. 

We  know  not  of  the  future, 
And  the  past  has  flown  away, 

We  live  in  the  eternal  now, 
We  only  have  today. 


THE  WITHIN 

Inharmony  prevails, 

There  is  a  world  of  strife, 
Is  why  so  many  fails, 

In  every  walk  of  life. 

Why  should  there  be  ill  health, 
Disturbance  and  distress? 

This  mad  pursuit  of  wealth, 
It  brings  unhappiness. 

Why  is  the  world  so  blind, 
So  deep  in  vice  and  sin? 

Because  they  fail  to  find 
The  unexplored  within. 


28  THE  WITHIN 

All  power  lies  within, 

We  sleep,  we  eat,  and  drink, 

And  yet  to  live  and  win, 
Depends  on  what  we  think. 

The  world  within  we  find, 
When  taken  as  a  whole, 

Is  governed  by  the  mind, 
And  under  our  control. 

Build  up  the  great  within, 

With  hope,  and  health  and  cheer, 

For  what  we  build  within, 
Will  outwardly  appear. 

With  harmony  within, 

There'll  come,  beyond  a  doubt, 
A  great  and  conscious  power, 

And  harmony  without. 


THE  WITHIN  29 

When  you  have  built  within, 
You  rise  above  the  strife, 

You  then  obtain  at  once 
The  secret  key  to  life. 

The  fountain  lies  within, 

It  is  no  idle  dream, 
The  great  without  is  but 

An  outlet  to  the  stream. 

Within  'tis  always  day, 

Without  'tis  black  as  night, 

Within  the  sunlit  way, 

Where  all  is  life  and  light. 


THE  TYRANT  BOSS 

The  tyrant  boss  is  called  that  one 

Who  has  an  aspiration 
To  master  all  beneath  the  sun, 

And  dominate  creation. 

Around  the  hearth  in  every  land, 
There's  no  one  there  to  cheer  him- 

He  rules  the  home  with  iron  hand, 
They  all  are  made  to  fear  him. 

At  night  no  children  climb  the  knee, 
Nobody  cares  to  greet  him — 

No  note  is  heard  of  childish  glee, 
No  little  feet  to  meet  him. 


THE  TYRANT  BOSS  31 

Oh  what  is  life  to  one  on  earth, 

Who  dwells  in  total  blindness- 
No  heart  or  soul  or  moral  worth, 
No  milk  of  human  kindness! 

A  humble  cot  with  climbing  rose, 
Oh  who  is  there  can  doubt  it — 

Where  summer  comes  and  never  goes, 
When  love  is  all  about  it. 

Some  heart  with  loving  words  to  say, 

So  tender  and  forgiving — 
Some  smile  to  chase  the  clouds  away, 

Then  life  is  worth  the  living. 


MAXIMS 

On  unpathed  waters  life  is  sped 
To  undreamed  shores  we  drift  ahead, 
We  sail  upon  an  unknown  sea 
Into  the  vast  eternity. 


Beyond  this  shoal  of  time 

This  earthly  strife 
Who  knows !  what  men  call  death 

It  may  be  life. 


In  Hope's  fair  sky  forever  shines 

A  star,  a  beacon  light! 
A  friendly  orb,  that  points  toward 

The  Dawn  beyond    the  Night! 


THE  CARNAL  MAN 

The  carnal  man  is  on  the  throne ; 

He's  but  a  false  aspirant; 
As  long  as  man  will  give  him  sway, 

He'll  rule  him  like  a  tyrant. 

This  carnal  man  is  robed  and  crowned, 
Demands  a  princely  dower; 

'Tis  time  that  man  should  call  a  halt, 
Deprive  him  of  his  power. 

The  inner  man  should  be  the  king, 
And  he  should  wear  the  crown, 

The  king's  within,  he  must  be  heard; 
He  can  not,  will  not,  down! 


34  THE  CARNAL  MAN 

One  road  to  the  Millennium — 
There  is  but  one,  my  brother; 

"Tis  founded  on  unselfish  love, 
The  joy  you  give  another. 


TRUE  GREATNESS 

My  boy,  when  starting  out  in  life 
And  just  come  out  of  college, 

Don't  be  in  haste  to  show  the  world 
Your  learning  or  your  knowledge. 

You  may  be  versed  in  ancient  lore, 

The  wisdom  of  the  sages, 
And  you  may  have  in  ample  store 

The  learning  of  the  ages. 

Be  humble,  unassuming,  or 
You'll  surely  meet  disaster, 

Remember,  every  man  you  meet 
In  some  way   is  your  master. 


36  TRUE  GREATNESS 

You  may  wear  a  badge  or  medal, 

Or  don  a  purple  gown, 
True  merit  needs  no  uniform 

With  which  to  gain  renown. 

The  cap,  the  gown,  the  robe,  the  crown, 

The  titles  of  today- 
Like  mist  before  the  morning  sun, 

Will  surely  pass  away. 

Conceal  your  learning  while  you  may. 

Nor  list  to  emulation; 
Let  others  seek  the  road  to  fame, 

Strive  not  for  reputation. 

The  hill  is  long  and  hard  to  climb 

That  leads  you  to  success ; 
True  greatness,  after  all,  is  just 

A  test  of  usefulness. 


A  MAN  WORTH  WHILE 

The  man  we  love  and  honor  most, 

Is  near  to  nature's  plan, 
Though  not  endowed  with  high  estate, 

He's  every  inch  a  man. 

No  rank  or  title  may  adorn, 

But  you  will  always  find 
The  manly  man  is  courteous, 

Considerate  and  kind. 

Ideals  and  aspirations 

Are  stepping  stones  to  fame, 

And  self  control  no  man  without 
Is  worthy  of  the  name. 


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38  A  MAN  WORTH  WHILE 

The  money  kings  are  numerous, 

But  it  is  very  rare 
We  meet  that  king  of  all  the  kings, 

The  mental  millionaire. 

The  progress  of  the  centuries, 
From  darkness  into  day — 

'Twas  he  that  led  the  mighty  march, 
'Twas  he  that  blazed  the  way. 

In  this  our  present  day  and  age, 

No  other  can  compare, 
It  honors  us  to  honor  him, 

The  mental  millionaire. 

Our  king  of  mental  worth  was  born 

Beneath  no  lucky  star, 
And  cradled  in  obscurity, 

No  opulence  to  mar. 


A  MAN  WORTH  WHILE  39 

No  sect  or  dupe  of  royalty 

Could  use  him  for  a  tool, 
He  stood  for  equal  rights  for  all, 

And  no  tyrannic  rule. 

He  entered  no  agreement, 

With  any  click  or  clan, 
But  in  dignity,  he  towered, 

To  the  stature  of  a  man. 

He  breathed  the  air  of  freedom, 
Tread  the  road  the  heroes  trod — 

A  noble  to  the  manner  born, 
And  liberty  was  God. 

Proud  victor  on  the  field  of  thought, 

We  owe  it  all  to  thee — 
The  creditor  of  all  the  past, 

And  all  the  years  to  be. 


A  MAN  WORTH  WHILE 

In  this  our  present  day  and  age, 
No  other  can  compare — 

We  bow  to  thee,  thou  king  of  kings, 
The  mental  millionaire. 


MAXIMS 

Our  friends  they  say  the  years  may  go, 
We  do  not  change  at  all,  no  matter, 

But  wrinkles  tell  the  truth  you  know, 
They're  not  so  much  inclined  to  flat 
ter. 


Some  are  you  know  a  little  slow 

To  grasp  a  situation, 
They  need  in  fact  to  be  exact 

A  surgeon's  operation. 


That  one  is  sadly  lacking 
So  far  as  knowledge  goes, 

VTio  gets  her  information 
From  what  her  hubby  knows. 


ELBOW  YOUR  WAY 

As  you  go  through  this  world 
Of  ambition  and  strife, 

You  must  elbow  your  way 
Through  the  battle  of  life. 

Just  jostle  a  little, 

And  sing  as  you  go, 
Then  elbow  your  way, 

And  keep  hoeing  your  row. 

Expect  to  be  pushed 

To  the  left  or  the  right, 

But  don't  take  offense 

Or  you'll  lose  in  the  fight. 


ELBOW  YOUR  WAY 

True  merit    adversity 

Never  can  stop: 
There's  only  one  way 

To  go  "over  the  top." 

Your  heart  must  be  light, 
With  a  smile  and  a  song, 

Then  elbow  your  way, 
And  keep  jostling  along. 


THE  SMILE  WILL  WIN 

Give  all  the  world  a  sunny  smile, 

And  like  the  orb  of  day, 
When  clouds  appear  your  smile  is  near 

To  chase  the  clouds  away. 

Who  courts  a  bright  and  sunny  way 

Is  always  at  his  best, 
At  any  moment  night  or  day 

That  one's  a  welcome  guest. 

Sunny  days  are  always  welcome, 

Every  age  and  every  clime 
Sunbeams  drive  away  the  darkness, 

Be  a  sunbeam  all  the  time. 


THE  SMILE  WILL  WIN  45 

And  though  defeated  many  times 

Press  on  and  do  your  part, 
The  noblest  one  of  all  is  he 

Who  never  loses  heart. 

Congenial  spirits  always  blend, 
Combined  with  brain  and  heart 

In  cheerful  souls  we  meet  the  end 
Of  culture  and  of  art. 

Let  sunshine  flow  from  heart  and  soul 

Whatever  you  may  do, 
You  cannot  fail  to  reach  the  goal, 

The  smile  will  pull  you  through. 


THE  SUNLIT  WAY 

The  world  is  in  a  deadly  sleep, 

As  yet  does  not  awaken— 
A  few  their  silent  vigils  keep, 

Their  faith  cannot  be  shaken. 

The  Son  of  Man,  the  Prince  of  Peace, 
Is  standing  right  beside  us, 

To  give  to  all  a  sure  release, 
Whatever  may  betide  us. 

Who  bears  the  burden  of  the  day 

His  cup  of  joy  is  doubled, 
To  hear  again  the  Master  say, 

"Let  not  your  heart  be  troubled." 


THE  SUNLIT  WAY  47 

There  is  no  darkness,  all  is  light, 
Awake  from  sin  and  sorrow— 

We're  passing  surely  through  the  night, 
There  dawns  the  glad  tomorrow. 

No  more  to  bid  loved  ones  good-bye, 
Nor  mourn  the  dear  departed— 

The  Prince  of  Peace  is  ever  nigh, 
To  heal  the  broken  hearted. 

Awake,  arouse,  do  not  delay, 

Come  up  where  none  are  falling — 

Come  out  upon  the  Sunlit  Way, 
The  Son  of  Man  is  calling. 


MAXIMS 

True  greatness  does  not  rule  by  fear, 

For  be  it  understood, 
We  cannot  count  them  truly  great 

Who  are  not  truly  good. 


Exalted  souls  do  not  condemn 
The  fault  that  lies  in  others, 

Who  hath  no  sin  or  wrong  within 
They  cannot  see  their  brother's. 


When  honor,  right  and  duty  call 

'Tis  noble  to  obey, 
All  hail  farewell  to  them  who  fall 

Where  freedom  leads  the  way. 


THOUGHT  IS  THE  MOTOR 

The  time  has  come  when  every  fear, 
Of  which  we  stand  in  dread, 

Must  pass  away  with  all  the  ghosts, 
Who  are  forever  dead! 

And,  soon  or  late,  mankind  must  learn- 

For  it  is  but  a  truth — 
Within  the  human  mind,  there  are 

Eternal  springs  of  youth ! 

The  galleries  of  mind  are  gemmed, 
With  landscapes  rich  and  rare, 

And  each  and  everyone  may  roam 
In  gardens  bright  and  fair. 


50  THOUGHT  IS  THE  MOTOR 

Within  those  gardens  fair,  we  find 
The  world  for  which  we  sought, 

And  every  leaf  and  bud  and  flower, 
Is  but  a  tender  thought! 

Bright    crystal    streams,    with    pebbled 

walks, 

And  sunshine  from  above, 
And    fountains    there,    to    quench    our 

thirst, 
With  universal  love. 

And  in  those  gardens  roam  at  will, 

We  never  are  confined; 
For  there  are  many  countless  roads, 

Within  the  realm  of  Mind. 

One  is  Ambition's  rugged  road, 

Of  which  our  feet  will  tire, 
To  mountains  high  of  selfishness, 

That  belch  volcanic  fire. 


THOUGHT  IS  THE  MOTOR  51 

Some  lead  to  Passion's  dismal  swamp, 
Of  which  no  tongue  can  tell, 

We   make    our    choice    and    choose    the 

world, 
In  which  we  have  to  dwell. 

Thought  is  the  motor  and  the  power, 

To  mold  for  good  or  ill; 
And  could,  if  rightly  utilizied, 

The  body  sway  at  will. 

When  man  awakes  from  out  his  sleep 

And  soul  is  at  the  helm, 
He's  master  of  the  mighty  deep, 

And  prince  of  all  the  realm. 


LAW 

With  wisdom  our  guide, 

We  have  searched  for  the  light — 
We  have  crossed  the  divide, 

No  star  in  the  night. 

We  have  been  far  afield, 

We  have  plowed,  we  have  sowed- 
We  have  followed  the  light 

To  the  end  of  the  road. 

We  have  looked  upon  nature 

With  wonder  and  awe, 
We  have  learned  that  creation 

Is  governed  by  law. 


LAW  53 

The  planet,  the  atom, 

Comes  under  the  rod— 
All  bow  to  the  law, 

Be  it  man  or  a  God. 

Though  seeming  unmerciful, 

Yet  it  is  just, 
Law  smiles  not  at  virtue, 

Nor  frowns  upon  lust. 

You  can  go  where  you  may, 
You  may  do  what  you  will— 

The  law  is  the  same, 
And  inflexible  still. 

As  time  rolls  around, 

We  will  find  in  the  end 
That  law  is  as  faithful, 

And  more  than  a  friend. 


54  LAW 

There  is  nothing  below, 
There  is  nothing  above 

That  equals  this  law 
Of  unqualified  love. 

There's  a  key  to  it  all, 
There's  a  way  to  begin, 

It  is  never  without, 
It  is  always  within. 

One  truth  is  apparent, 
Without  any  flaw, 

The  boundless  creation 
Is  governed  by  law. 


MAN 

Behold  him  from  a  worldly  view, 
The  great  material  plan; 

And  every  human  effort  still 
Administers  to  man. 

He's  ruler  of  the  universe, 

Believes  in  education; 
He's  monarch  over  land  and  sea, 

And  lord  of  all  creation. 

His  appetites  are  catered  to, 
His  wants  are  well  supplied, 

Yet  all  his  inclinations  yield 
To  vanity  and  pride. 


56  MAN 

Man's  sole  ambition  now  is  on 

Material  pleasure  bent; 
And  wealth  and  luxury  are  both 

Supposed  to  bring  content. 

While  man  is  bound  materially, 

He  never  can  be  free; 
Nor  ever  will  he  be  content, 

But  just  about  to  be. 

He's  chasing  phantoms  all  the  time. 
His  mind  is  filled  with  dread; 

He  never  overtakes  them:  they 
Are  always  just  ahead. 

Before  man  had  discovered  steam, 
And  when  he  sailed  the  sea, 

And  many  years  before  he  dreamed 
Of  electricity, 


MAN  57 

A  look  into  the  future  would 
Have  filled  his  heart  with  joy, 

With  all  his  troubles  at  an  end 
And  nothing  to  annoy. 

But  when  the  steamship  came  at  last, 

The  world  was  all  attention ; 
Then  it  was  closely  followed  by 

Electrical  invention. 

But  still  man  isn't  satisfied 

With  higher  education; 
He  now  is  very  much  engaged 

In  aerial  navigation. 

The  world  implicitly  believes 

In  modern  sanitation; 
And  press  and  public  advocate 

Reforms  in  legislation. 


58  MAN 

There  is  no  social  system  known — 

Or  legislative  bills — 
That  can  produce  or  bring  about 

Reforms  for  human  ills. 

For  every  road  is  traveled  far, 

And  each  and  all  explored, 
So  that  the  carnal  Eden  to 

The  man  may  be  restored. 

But  in  that  carnal  Eden  where 

There  is  so  much  adored, 
At  each  and  every  entrance  he 

Will  find  a  flaming  sword. 

And  like  a  soldier  of  the  guard 

On  duty  night  and  day, 
That  flaming  sword  confronts  the  man, 

Forever  bars  the  way. 


MAN  59 

This  man  that  we  have  painted  thus 

Is  not  the  real  man; 
It's  just  his  shadow  working  on 

The  evolution  plan. 

Man  could  be  master  of  himself, 
But,  midst  the  strife  and  din, 

He's  always  seeking  aid  without 
Instead  of  aid  within. 

The  body  is  a  temple  and 

As  such  it  cannot  sin ; 
It  just  reflects  the  service  that 

Is  going  on  within. 

Man  has  a  sculptor  throned  within 

Who's  working  all  the  day; 
'Tis  but  another  name  for  soul, 

The  moulder  of  the  clay. 


60  MAN 

'Tis  far  from  being  just  to  man 
To  think  his  ills  are  fate ; 

And  it  is  folly  to  expect 

To  heal  them  while  you  wait. 

Man's  errors  of  the  centuries — 
They  are  not  here  to  stay; 

Like  chaff  they  will  be  gathered  up 
At  last  and  blow  away. 


MAXIMS 

No  day  can  be  so  overcast, 

No  night  weighed  down  with  care. 

But  what  some  star  of  hope  at  last 
Comes  forth  to  enter  there. 

Above  the  clouds  there's  some  who  dwell 
Up  in  the  sunshine  every  day, 

Where  life  has  many  joys  to  give 
And  every  ill  has  passed  away 


Faith  and  desire  will  make  you  whole 
And  lengthen  out  your  days, 

Ignite  the  spark  however  dark 
And  fan  it  to  a  blaze. 


LOVE 

Love  is  the  power  that  molds  and  forms 

Of  life  the  greater  part, 
That  wondrous  fairest  flower  that  blooms 

Within  the  human  heart 

Love  is  that  dainty  fragrant  flower, 
That  sheds  its  sweet  perfume 

Where  aspirations  of  the  soul 
Are  constantly  in  bloom. 

Love  dawns  upon  us  with  its  many 

Changes,  day  by  day; 
It  recreates  and  forms  and 

Fashions  gods  of  common  clay. 


LOVE  63 

Love  is  a  beacon  light  to  guide 

Along  life's  troubled  sea; 
A  silver  bow  on  every  cloud 

To  ligbt  adversity. 

Its  mission  is  to  elevate, 

Ennoble  and  refine; 
It  charms  and  thrills  and  sways  with 

Magic  power  that's  most  divine. 

Love  is  the  scepter  of  the  soul, 

And  like  a  magic  toy, 
It  changes  many  darkest  days 

In  life  from  gloom  to  joy. 

Love  is  the  rarest  and  the  purest 

Gem  of  all  the  earth ; 
It  builds  the  home  and  kindles 

Every  fire  on  every  hearth. 


64  LOVE 

How  like  enchanted  music,  from 
Afar  that  lingers  long — 

Love  is  the  soul  of  melody, 
The  beauteous  queen  of  song. 

Love  is  a  spark  divine,  formed  by 
The  great  creative  plan — 

A  ray  of  light,  a  star  to  guide, 
A  part  of  God  in  man. 


NATURE'S  QUEEN 

She  is  modest,  she  is  winsome, 

She  is  bonny,  she  is  coy; 
She's  a  gem  of  rarest  value, 

She's  a  jewel,  she's  a  joy. 

When  she  smiles,  'tis  like  a  sunbeam ; 

Every  glance  is  cup  id's  dart, 
Then  she  throws  a  charm  around  you, 

Gently  steals  into  your  heart. 

She  is  graceful  in  her  bearing 

As  a  bird  upon  the  wing; 
She's  as  tender  as  a  flower, 

She  is  just  a  breath  of  spring. 


66  NATURE'S  QUEEN 

Her  form's  a  dream  of  fairyland, 
Her  eyes  are  heaven's  hue, 

Her  lips  the  petals  of  the  rose 
When  kissed  by  falling  dew. 

She  is  like  a  summer  zephyr, 
She's  as  dainty  as  a  fawn, 

Like  a  sunset  on  the  water 
Or  the  coming  of  the  dawn. 

She  has  life  and  she  has  humor 
And  a  style  that  gives  her  tone, 

She  is  jolly  and  bewitching 
With  a  way  that's  all  her  own. 

Dame  nature  with  a  lavish  hand, 
Whose  power  is  all  unseen, 

Has  touched  her  with  her  magic  wand 
And  crowned  her  Nature's  Queen. 


KUBELIK 

The  greatest  fiddler  in  the  world! 

He  came  to  our  town ! 
So  me  and  my  old  lady,  we 

Fixed  up  and  went  aroun'. 

And  such  a  jam  you  never  saw! 

We  thought  there'd  be  a  wreck! 
But,  say,  he  was  a  fiddler,  and 

They  called  him  Kubelik. 

When  he  came  out  upon  the  stage, 

To  make  his  little  bow, 
I  says  to  my  old  lady  then, 

"Now,  he  will  show  'em  how!" 


68  KUBELIK 

And  did  he  show  'em?  Well,  I  guess! 

He  sure  could  fiddle  some! 
And  every  one  was  wishin'  he 

Would  play  'till  kingdom  come ! 

'Twas  like  a  sail  upon  the  lake, 

In  balmy  summer  time ; 
Then  it  would  be  a  storm  at  sea, 

The  sounds  were  so  sublime. 

At  times  it  would  be  soft  and  low! 

And  then  an  awful  din ! 
Just  like  the  tide  a  goin'  out, 

And  then  a  comin'  in ! 

And  then  it  was  a  winter's  day! 

A  desert  bleak  and  wild ! 
A  day  in  June,  the  world  in  tune, 

The  laughter  of  a  child! 


KUBELIK  69 

Then  we  were  down  upon  the  farm 

Where  gentle  zephyrs  play, 
We  stood  in  sunny  fields,  and  caught 

The  scent  of  new-mown  hay. 

Then  you  could  hear  the  notes  of  hirds 

A  floatin'  in  the  air! 
And  through  the  trees  the  hum  of  bees 

And  music  everywhere! 

The  gentle  winds  were  sighin'  and 
A  rustlin'  through  the  leaves, 

And  happy  songs  of  harvesters 
A  hringin'  home  the  sheaves! 

He  led  us  up  a  wooded  path, 

Into  a  flowery  dell ! 
A  safe  retreat  where  lovers  meet 

And  there  their  secrets  tell! 


70  KUBELIK 

And  then  we  climbed  the  mountain  side! 

We  landed  on  its  crest! 
And  then  the  bugle  call,  To  arms! 

The  lullaby  to  rest! 
That  fellow  played  on  every  cord 

Within  the  human  breast. 

And  yet  it  did  not  satisfy! 

There  was  a  mighty  roar! 
And  then  he  played  another  piece ! 

But  still  they  wanted  more ! 

There  came  a  time  he  had  to  stop, 

As  it  was  gettin'  late! 
The  verdict  was  unanimous 

That  Kube  was  simply  great! 


KUBELIK  71 

Well,  it's  like  a  fairy  story ; 

This  boy  of  humble  birth, 
Who  is  now  the  greatest  fiddler 

There  is  upon  the  earth! 

And  how  he  was  a  suitor,  too, 
And  won  the  hand  and  heart 

Of  the  little  fairy  countess, 
Who  was  captured  by  his  art! 

From  a  hut  into  a  palace, 

This  lad  has  fought  his  way ! 
And  me  and  my  old  lady  thinks 

That  he  is  there  to  stay. 


MAXIMS 

In  every  walk  of  life, 

'Twill  stand  the  test, 
In  all  our  daily  strife, 

Few  words  are  far  the  best. 


We're  seldom  caught  in  any  snares 
When  busy  with  our  own  affairs. 


While  ignorance  may  talk  at  will, 
Yet  learning  has  some  value  still. 


A  bore  is  one  with  nothing  new 

Who  steals  your  time  and  patience  too. 


LITTLE  JOE 

The  hero  of  our  story,  he 
Blew  into  camp  one  day, 

He  wasn't  very  talkative ; 
He  hadn't  much  to  say. 

A  handsome,  manly  fellow,  too, 
As  you  would  care  to  know; 

But  not  a  word  about  his  home, 
Just  said  to  call  him  "Joe." 

He  proved  himself  a  willing  lad; 

He  always  did  his  part; 
And  very  soon  he  won  a  place 

In  everybody's  heart. 


74  LITTLE  JOE 

The  spring  went  by  and  summer  came, 
And  things  were  going  fine; 

And  little  Joe  had  now  become 
The  idol  of  the  mine. 

One  day  the  lad  was  ailing;  he 
Had  tried  to  fight  it  out — 

The  fever  had  him  in  its  grip 
There  wasn't  any  doubt! 

'Twas  then  we  found  a  letter,  close 
Concealed  upon  his  breast; 

It  told  about  his  eastern  home, 
And  how  he'd  wandered  West! 

We  sent  a  message  to  his  home, 

To  let  his  mother  know, 
She  answered  back,  "I'll  come  at  once ! 

God  spare  my  little  Joe!" 


LITTLE  JOE  75 

As  fast  as  steam  could  carry  her, 

She  hurried  to  her  boy ! 
And  not  a  miner  in  the  camp, 

Who  didn't  cry  for  joy! 

She  knelt  beside  his  little  cot, 
And  kissed  his  face  and  hair ! 

And  with  him  folded  to  her  breast. 
Her  heart  went  out  in  prayer! 

The  boys  in  groups  had  gathered  round. 

With  whispers  soft  and  low! 
And  in  their  way  had  offered  up 

A  prayer  for  little  Joe! 

When  Texas  Bill  allowed  if  he 
Was  up  thar  on  the  throne — 

Was  General  Superintendent, 
And  a  running  things  alone, 


76  LITTLE  JOE 

And  when  he  came  to  little  Joe, 
He  made  the  observation, 

He'd  save  that  boy  or  bust  the  plan 
Of  gettin'  up  creation! 

I  don't  know  how  it  came  about, 

But  this  I  know  is  true, 
I  guess  'twas  Tex  that  saved  him,  for 

Our  little  Joe  came  through. 


THE  BABY 

Who  is  it  from  its  day  of  birth 
That  fills  the  home  with  joy  and  mirth. 
The  dearest,  sweetest  thing  on  earth? 
The  Baby. 

Who  comes  as  fair  as  summer's  skies, 
A  drop  of  dew  from  paradise? 
Its  mother's  from  its  toes  to  eyes, 
The  Baby. 

Who  is  it  cannot  understand, 
The  wonders  seen  on  every  hand 
Who  always  dwells  in  fairy  land? 
The  Baby. 


78  THE  BABY 

Who  can  a  slight  disturbance  make, 
Enough  to  keep  the  house  awake 
Because  it  has  the  'tummie  ache? 
The  Baby. 

Who  is  it  till  the  day  is  done, 
Has  everybody  on  the  run 
To  fix  a  top,  a  doll,  or  gun? 
The  Baby. 

Who  steals  upon  us  unawares, 
Who  wants  to  know  about  the  bears? 
Who  is  it  drives  away  the  cares? 
The  Baby. 

Who  comes  at  close  of  day  to  greet, 
Who  wants  to  ride  on  daddy's  feet — 
Who  makes  his  home,  his  life  complete? 
The  Baby. 


THE  BABY  79 

Who  is  it  when  we  are  in  doubt 
With  clouds  and  shadows  all  about, 
We  could  not  get  along  without? 
The  Baby. 

Who  is  it  midst  the  din  and  strife 
Is  all  the  world  to  man  and  wife? 
Who  is  it?  Bless  its  little  life, 
The  Baby. 


HOMELESS  LITTLE  ONES 

Extracts  from  "Ma/i's  Emancipation,9 
page  197. 

The  happy  time  comes  on  a  pace, 

'Tis  surely  on  the  way, 
With  mother-love  for  homeless  ones, 

There  dawns  a  brighter  day. 

No  tenemant  will  curse  the  land 
Where  children  of  the  poor 

Have  never  seen  a  leaf  or  bud 
Or  tree  around  the  door. 


HOMELESS  LITTLE  ONES  81 

Che  Id  labor,  too,  shall  disappear, 
That  shame,  that  foul  disgrace, 

That  darkest  stain  of  any  age, 
Of  anytime  or  place. 

The  children  of  the  factory, 

'Tis  then  they  will  be  seen 
Where  golden-rod  and  daisies  grow, 

In  fields  of  wooded  green. 

Their  cheeks  will  bloom  with  roses  then, 
And  like  the  lily  fair, 

They'll  bathe  in  nature's  own  sunshine- 
Will  breathe  her  sweet,  free  air. 

Those  frail  and  helpless  little  ones 

Will  find  a  resting  place. 
In  happy  homes,  where  bud  and  bloom 

The  virtues  of  the  race. 


THE  LAUGHTER  OF  A  CHILD. 

Oh  childhood's  free  and  happy  hour, 

Where  all  is  love  and  truth! 
We  wander  through  that  mistic  realm, 

Enchanted  land  of  youth. 

The  land  of  innocence  and  mirth, 

With  nothing  to  annoy, 
When  pleasure  fills  the  eyes  with  light, 

And  every  heart  with  joy. 

With  buds  and  birds  and  blossoms  sweet, 

And  flowers  growing  wild, 
Yet  sweeter  far  than  all  of  these, 

The  laughter  of  a  child. 


THE  LAUGHTER  OF  A  CHILD  83 

Oh  children  of  that  mystic  realm! 

Our  love  we  pledge  anew— 
And  side  by  side,  and  hand  in  hand, 

Would  walk  again  with  you. 

Our  childhood,  may  it  still  remain 

Unchanging,  as  it  should, 
With     Christmas     chimes,     its     childish 
rhymes, 

And  sweet  Red  Riding  Hood. 

Then  let  us  in  the  future  dwell, 

With  spirits  undefiled, 
That  we  may  hear  above  the  strife, 

The  Laughter  of  a  Child. 


MAXIMS 

Not  all  the  good  and  great  were  schooled 

In  regal  halls  of  learning, 
Yet  such  as  they  have  always  kept 

The  lamp  of  Progress  burning. 


A  tranquil  mind  is  always  wrapped 

In  reason's  robe  sublime, 
'Tis    passion's    storm    where    souls    are 
wrecked 

Upon  the  reefs  of  time. 


The  error  of  the  ages, 
Why  so  many  do  not  win, 

Is  always  seeking  power  without 
Instead  of  power  within. 


THE  MODEL  PREACHER 

The  man  who  never  built  a  church, 
Was  but  a  humble  teacher, 

And  though  he  never  spoke  in  one, 
He  was  a  Model  Preacher. 

He  never  passed  a  day  in  school, 
Or  took  a  course  in  college, 

Received  his  inspiration  from 
The  fountain  head  of  knowledge. 

When  but  a  boy,  he  put  to  flight 
The  wisest  of  the  sages — 

Completely  overturning  all 
The  learning  of  the  ages. 


86  THE  MODEL  PREACHER 

He  never  sat  with  the  elect, 
At  any  costly  dinners — 

It  seems  to  be  authentic,  that 
He  ate  and  drank  with  sinners. 

He  never  donned  a  full  dress  suit, 
Or  wore  a  standing  collar, 

"Pis  not  on  record  that  he  paid 
For  luxuries  a  dollar. 

Unlike  the  clergy  of  today, 

Would  think  that  one  perverted — 

To  preach  before  he  was  ordained, 
Nor  yet  had  been  converted. 

He  healed  the  people  everywhere, 

His  day  and  generation, 
He  went  about  a  doing  good, 
Received  no  compensation. 


THE  MODEL  PREACHER  87 

'Twas  then,  and  still  it  is  today, 
The  many  made  objection— 

For  they  who  put  the  world  away, 
'Twas  instant  resurrection. 

No  one  on  earth  could  fall  so  low 
From  shame  and  sin  descended, 

He  gave  to  all  an  equal  show, 
With  heart  and  hand  extended. 

He  loved  the  children,  and  he  held 
Them  close  in  his  embraces, 

He  made  his  home  among  the  poor 
In  their  abiding  places. 

A  carpenter  of  lowly  birth, 
Was  but  a  humble  teacher — 

The  man  who  put  the  world  away, 
Who  was  this  Model  Preacher? 


EULOGY  ON  ABRAHAM  LINCOLN 

We  see  him  when  a  prattling  bahe 

Upon  his  mother's  knee; 
Within  that  humble  little  cot, 

We  see  adversity. 

We  see  him  struggling  through  his  youth 

To  manhood's  high  estate; 
We  see  him  standing  every  test 

That  marks  the  truly  great. 

We  follow  closely  by  his  side, 

And  every  step  we  trace ; 
We  see  him  fill  with  honor 

Every  trust  and  every  place. 


EULOGY  ON  ABRAHAM  LINCOLN          89 

We  see  this  nature's  nobleman 

Stand  out  in  bold  relief; 
We  see  the  country's  danger  when 

The  people  hail  him  chief. 

We  see  the  lowering  clouds  of  war 

Hang  heavy  o'er  the  land, 
With  traitors  at  the  nation's  throat, 

And  treason  in  command. 

Again  with  loving  words  we  hear 

Him  pleading  for  the  right: 
The  mystic  cords  of  memory 

Will  surely  reunite. 

We  see  him  standing  at  the  helm 

To  steer  the  ship  aright; 
We  see  him  on  the  watch-towers 

In  the  vigils  of  the  night. 


90          EULOGY  ON  ABRAHAM  LINCOLN 

We  see  him  worn  with  grief  and  care 
As  though  the  heart  would  break; 

And  yet  he  never  falters,  for 
The  nation  is  at  stake. 

We  see  him  climb  to  every  height — 

This  martyr  yet  to  be; 
We  see  the  light  and  hail  the  star, 

The  dawn  of  liberty. 

And  like  Horatius  at  the  bridge, 

One  of  the  noble  three, 
We  see  him  strike  the  shackles  down 

And  set  the  bondsmen  free. 

We  see  him  in  the  halls  of  state, 

And  in  the  busy  mart ; 
We  see  him  with  the  boys  in  blue; 

He's  talking  heart  to  heart. 


EULOGY  ON  ABRAHAM  LINCOLN         91 

We  see  the  loving  mother  come 

To  bless,  with  latest  breath, 
And  clasp  the  hand  of  him  who  stood 

Between  her  boy  and  death. 

And  then  we  see  the  sunny  side, 

The  genial  and  the  jest; 
We  see  him  round  the  cheerful  board, 

We  see  him  at  his  best. 

The  clouds  of  war  had  rolled  away, 
And  hushed  the  cannon's  roar; 

And  brothers   met  in  stern  array, 
Were  now  to  meet  no  more. 

The  hand  that  steered  the  ship  of  state, 
And  though  the  waves  dashed  high, 

Had  landed  safe  the  precious  freight; 
And  victory  was  nigh. 


92          EULOGY  ON  ABRAHAM  LINCOLN 

And  then  we  see  him  strickened  down, 

We  see  the  nation  bow; 
We  see  the  wreath  immortal  placed 

Upon  his  honored  brow. 

Again  we  hear  the  muffled  drum, 

The  stately  marshal  tread; 
Again  a  war-worn  weary  world, 

Salutes  its  mighty  dead. 

To  help  the  race  was  his  desire, 

No  seeker  after  fame 
His  hand  had  touched  immortal  fire, 

His  genius  lit  the  flame. 

The  noblest  souls  of  every  age, 

Are  always  in  the  van, 
The  martyred  Lincoln  is  today 

Columbia's  matchless  man. 


EULOGY  ON  ROBERT  G.  INGERSOLL 

He  was  a  fearless  friend  of  man! 

Who  nobly  served  his  day; 
A  Mental  King  of  moral  worth, 

Though  formed  of  common  clay. 

One  of  the  few  heroic  souls, 

Who  enter  public  strife, 
That  both  adorn  and  dignify 

The  every  walk  of  life ! 

A  man  advancing  all  the  time, 

A  leader  in  the  fight, 
A  great  and  gallant  soul  who  stood 

For  the  eternal  right. 


94        EULOGY  ON  ROBERT  G.  INGERSOLL 

A  man  who  would  not  bend  the  knee 
To  pomp  and  power  and  place; 

A  worthy  son  deserving  of 
The  homage  of  the  race. 

A  man  we  know  whose  honor  was 

As  spotless  as  a  star! 
A  soldier  on  the  field  of  thought — 

A  Henry  of  Navarre! 

That  peerless  knight  had  stood  alone, 
He  threw  the  gauntlet  down — 

Defying  myth  and  miracle, 
The  cap,  the  robe,  the  crown! 

An  intellectual  athlete, 

Who  scaled  the  peaks  of  thought; 
And  left  ambition  far  below, 

All  pride  and  self  forgot. 


EULOGY  ON  ROBERT  G.  INGERSOLL       95 

And  standing  proudly  on  the  heights, 
With  freedom's  flag  unfurled ! 

He  broke  the  chains  and  prison  bare, 
To  liberate  the  world. 

And  if  we  count  that  spirit  great, 
Who  aids  with  heart  and  hand, 

The  weak,  oppressed  of  all  the  earth-  - 
Then  he  was  great  and  grand! 

The  world?    It  was  his  country! 

His  religion?    to  do  good! 
The  cause  for  which  he  labored? 

Universal  brotherhood! 

There  were  no  fetters  on  his  brain! 

He  stood  erect  and  free; 
His  temple  was  the  Universe, 

His  God  was  Liberty. 


96        EULOGY  ON  ROBERT  G.  INGERSOLL 

Alone,  he  drove  that  phantom,  fear, 

Forever  from  the  brain: 
That  any  of  the  human  race 

Are  doomed  to  endless  pain. 

His  heart  was  wide  as  all  the  world, 

It  beat  for  all  the  race, 
And  yet  within  that  manly  heart, 

No  wrong  could  find  a  place. 

If  all  his  splendid  sentiment, 

Could  pass  through  Nature's  loom, 

With  every  word  a  woven  flower, 
The  air  would  scent  perfume. 

Mankind  is  better  that  he  lived, 
And  since  he's  come  and  gone, 

The  light  is  slowly  breaking: 
We  are  nearer  to  the  dawn. 


EULOGY  ON  ROBERT  G.  INGERSOLL       97 

In  soul    inspiring  eloquence, 

He  stood  without  a  peer; 
With  reverent  hands  we  beg  to  lay 

A  wreath  upon  his  bier. 

A  spirit  of  heroic  mold, 

Majestic  in  its  might, 
We  hope  has  found  eternal  day, 

And  not  a  starless  night. 


UNIVERSAL  LAW 

The  thinking  world  acknowledges 

A  universal  law, 
That  moves  in  perfect  harmony, 

Without  a  single  flaw. 

That  law  for  ages  man  has  sought 
To  bend;  and,  though  unknown, 

In  each  and  every  instance  he 
Has  reaped  what  he  has  sown. 

That  law,  it  cannot,  will  not,  bend; 

Suppose  it  could,  what  then? 
There  would  be  pandemonium 

Among  the  sons  of  men. 


UNIVERSAL  LAW  99 

The  law  is  beneficial,  and 

If  man  would  but  agree, 
It  stands  to  serve  him  as  a  friend 

And  aids  to  set  him  free. 

How  often  in  collision,  when 
The  law  and  man  doth  meet: 

The  law  sustains  no  fracture,  but 
The  man,  he  meets  defeat. 

And  why  should  man  presume  to  change 

This  law  that  must  be  right? 
Would  man,  and  could  he  if  he  would, 

Improve  the  Infinite? 

We  live  and  move  and  think  by  law, 

It  governs  time  and  space; 
Go  where  you  will,  do  what  you  may, 

The  law  is  in  its  place. 


100  UNIVERSAL  LAW 

It  governs  every  blade  of  grass 

And  every  drop  of  dew, 
It  governs  all  the  fleecy  clouds 

And  tints  their  golden  hue. 

The  rising  and  the  setting  sun, 
The  night,  the  dawn  of  day — 

Law  governs  countless  worlds  in  space, 
And  guides  them  on  their  way. 

One  universe  of  all  that  is, 
One  fountain  head  of  youth; 

One  law  of  wisdom  rules  it  all, 
One  great  eternal  truth. 

As  age  on  age  shall  roll  around 

Before  man's  race  is  run, 
The  truth  will  dawn  on  him  at  last 

That  love  and  law  are  one. 


MAXIMS 

Could  man  have  been  created, 

Then  he  would  be  estimated 
To  be  a  part,  and  parcel  of  a  plan. 

He  would  stand  or  fall  alone 

Through  no  merit  of  his  own, 
The  automatic  image  of  a  man. 

Wisdom  rolls  the  stone  away, 

From  the  sepulcher  today. 
Pointing  out  to  all  the  everlasting  truth, 

Man  has  been,  and  he  will  be, 

Throughout  all  eternity, 
Eternal  with  the  fountain  head  of  youth, 
In  the  summing  up  there  is  no  kind  of 
doubt 

Man  will  come  into  his  own, 

He  will  reap  what  he  has  sown, 
For  eternal  justice  will  be  meted  out 


THE  Y.  M.  C.  A. 

The  world  it  has  heard  of  the  story, 
'Twas    while    they  were    fighting    in 
France, 

Of  a  path  that  was  covered  with  glory, 
That  led  to  the  farthest  advance. 

'Twas  a  trail  of  white  posts  that  were 
standing, 

Like  stars  they  were  pointing  the  way 
To  a  harbor  of  safety  and  landing, 

On  the  line  of  the  Y.  M.  C.  A. 

Away  from  the  roar  and  the  rattle, 
The  shock  and  the  thick  of  the  fight, 

The  soldiers,  when  wounded  in  battle, 
Would  follow  by  day  and  by  night. 


THE  Y.  M.  C.  A.  103 

With  hearts  that  were  beating  so  lightly, 
Each  one  in  himself  was  a  host, 

Though  wounded  and  blinded  and  bleed 
ing, 
They  followed  the  trail  of  the  posts. 

Like  a  ray  of  the  sun  they  would  meet 

you, 

They  were  standing  there  day  after  day, 
With  a  smile  and  a  cheer  they  would  greet 

you, 
These  lads  of  the  Y.  M.  C.  A. 

They'd  just  like  a  brother  caress  you, 
Though  only  a  moment  you  stop, 

With  a  hearty  good  luck,  they  would  bless 

you, 
Before  you  leap  over  the  top. 


104  THE  Y.  M.  C.  A. 

To  arms !  when  the  bugle  was  calling, 
In  fancy  were  over  the  foam — 

As  in  line  they  were  silently  falling, 
They    had    written  their    last    letters 
home. 

Where  the  shot  and  the  shrapnel  were 

flying 

The  horrors,  the  tongue  cannot  tell, 
The  terrors  of  death  were  defying, 
They  marched  through  the  trenches  of 
Hell. 

If  in  all  of  the  land  there  are  any, 

For  freedom  they're  blocking  the  way. 

Who  begrudges  the  sum  of  a  penny, 
In  aid  of  the  Y.  M.  C.  A. 


THE  Y.  M.  C.  A.  105 

Then  here's  to  the  cream  of  creation, 
They're  giving  the  world  a  new  birth — • 

Though  getting  no  remuneration, 
These  lads  are  the  salt  of  the  earth. 


UNITED  STATES  MARINES 

'Twas  Chateau  Thierry's  battle  field, 
One  blazing  summer  day, 

The  world  was  trembling  to  its  base, 
The  Allies  were  at  bay. 

A  score  of  times  the  Allied  arms 
Had  charged  that  wall  of  steel, 

Until  the  lines  had  wavered 
And  their  ranks  began  to  reel. 

'Twas  then  United  States  Marines 
Who  bore  the  battle's  brunt, 

With  colors  proudly  flying, 
Charged  nobly  to  the  front. 


UNITED  STATES  MARINES  107 

In  thunder  tones  their  shouts  rang  out 

Ahove  that  fearful  fray, 
And  forward  went  the  colors 

Of  the  grand  old  U.  S.  A. 

The  Huns  were  flushed  with  victory, 

Determined  not  to  yield, 
The  flower  of  all  the  German  hosts, 

Were  on  that  battle  field. 

The  soldiers  of  the  U.  S.  A. 

Were  never  known  to  fail— 
With  nerves  of     steel,  they  faced  that 
storm, 

Of  shot  and  leaden  hail. 

'Twas  in  a  deadly  whirlwind  charge, 

No  tongue  can  ever  tell, 
They  threw  the  gauntlet  down  to  fate, 

And  all  the  imps  of  Hell. 


108  UNITED  STATES  MARINES 

'Twas  man  to  man,  they  charged  the  foe, 

Across  that  fearful  sea — 
And  fought  their  way  through  shot  and 
shell, 

To  fame  and  victory. 

Their  names  will  live  and  be  engraved 
On  fame's  immortal  peak — 

The  noblest  Romans  of  them  all, 
And  grander  than  the  Greek. 

Forever  unsurpassed  will  shine 

The  splendor  of  the  scenes, 
The  charge  at  Chateau  Thierry 

Of  United  States  Marines. 


WHEN  WARS  WILL  CEASE 

The  lords  of  earth  who  sit  in  state, 
Who  think  they  are  the  only  great, 
When  they  are  made  to  abdicate 
Then  Wars  will  cease. 

When  every  nation  shall  be  free, 
No  more  to  tyrants  bend  the  knee, 
Controlled  by  love  and  liberty, 
Then  Wars  will  cease. 

There'll  be  no  war  in  that  great  day, 
When  all  the  people  have  their  say, 
When  truth  and  justice  point  the  way, 
Then  Wars  will  cease. 


110  WHEN  WARS  WILL  CEASE 

Where  battle  fields  are  bleak  and  bare, 
Again  will  fragrance  scent  the  air 
With  bud  and  blossom  everywhere, 
When  Wars  shall  cease. 

i 
While  every  tribe  and  every  tongue 

Will    shout   just   like   when    earth    was 

young, 

When  all  the  stars  together  sung, 
When  Wars  shall  cease. 


MAXIMS 

The  critics  sit  in  judgment 

On  those  who  write  or  sing, 

Producing  something  better,  that 
Is  quite  another  thing. 


He  who  has  lacked  for  want  of  words 
Since  this  old  earth  was  young, 

Is  often  wise,  a  fool  is  one 
Who  cannot  hold  his  tongue. 


They  say  that  maids  are  May  when  wed. 
And  then  they  change  but  please  re 
member, 

The  buds  of  May  their  bloom  has  fled 
When  touched  by  winds  of  chill  De» 
cember. 


WOMAN 

A  few  are  prone  to  speak  about 

A  woman's  every  act, 
As  rumor  never  is  in  doubt 

'Tis  taken  as  a  fact. 

Who  would  defame  a  woman's  name, 

A  sister  or  a  mother, 
Would  be  a  most  ungrateful  son, 

A  more  unworthy  brother. 

No  matter  what  the  women  do 
Or  how  they  may  be  dressing, 

The  lovely  dears  have  always  been 
Our  very  greatest  blessing. 


WOMAN  113 

Now  should  it  come  to  any  test, 
Though  we  may  try  to  serve  them, 

When  we  have  done  our  very  best, 
We  never  half  deserve  them. 

"Tis  woman  guides  us  all  the  way, 
Her  smile  the  world  to  light, 

Without  'twould  be  a  sunless  day, 
A  dark  and  starless  night. 

Until  we  cross  the  great  divide, 
We  want  her  here  to  cheer  us, 

There's  nothing  on  the  other  side 
Unless  she  could  be  near  us. 


MOTHER 

Thou  who  dost  bless  our  early  years 
And  share  alike  our  joys  and  tears. 
How  well  we  know  thy  kindly  face, 
Thy  winning  smile,  thy  every  grace. 

Thy  voice  is  like  a  magic  wand, 
As  though  from  some  enchanted  land. 
In  every  ill  thou  stoop'st  to  bless, 
A  look  is  but  a  fond  caress. 

And  though,  dear  one,  we  know  thee  well, 
There's  none  a  Mother's  love  can  tell. 
No  poet's  muse  or  sculptured  art, 
Can  e'er  depict  a  mother's  heart.   v 


MOTHER  115 

Tis  like  the  herald  of  the  day 

When  we  are  lost  in  doubt. 
It  comes  and  enters  at  our  door 

When  all  the  world  goes  out. 

With  aid  and  sympathy  it  forms 

A  link  in  life's  long  chain. 
And  when  the  trying  moment  comes 

Will  stand  the  greatest  strain. 

How  like  the  oak  amidst  the  storm! 

'Tis  grand  in  danger's  hour; 
But  when  the  calm  has  come  again 

'Tis  like  the  vine  and  flower. 

Oft  in  the  vigils  of  the  night 

Bowed  low  in  silent  prayer, 
When  pleading  for  that  little  life 

A  mother's  love  is  there. 


116  MOTHER 

No  sky  can  ever  be  so  black — 
The  night  of  sad  despair, 

Will  brighten  when  thy  star  of  hope 
Comes  forth  to  enter  there, 

In  all  our  darkest  hour  of  need 
There  is  no  tongue  or  pen 

That  can  portray  a  Mother's  love, 
Her  true  devotion  then. 

How  like  the  fragrance  of  a  flower! 

A  boon  to  mortals  given! 
A  Mother's  love  is  not  of  earth, 

'Tis  but  a  breath  of  heaven. 


WE  SHOULD  NOT  JUDGE  A 
BROTHER 

We  cannot  tell,  we  do  not  know 
Just  how  to  judge  a  brother; 

Remember  he  was  once  a  babe, 
The  idol  of  a  mother. 

Once  he  was  just  as  pure  as  light 

From  out  a  sunny  sky, 
And  folded  to  a  mother's  heart 

With  love  that  cannot  die. 

He  may  have  wandered  far  away 

And  fallen  very  low; 
It  matters  not  how  many  times — 

Give  him  another  show. 


118     WE  SHOULD  NOT  JUDGE  A  BROTHER 

In  all  the  world  he  has  no  friend, 

Forsaken  and  alone, 
But  let  him  who  is  free  from  sin 

Be  first  to  cast  a  stone. 

No  matter  what  he  may  have  done 

He  has  the  right  to  live; 
'Tis  always  easy  to  condemn, 

It's  noble  to  forgive. 

He  may  have  crossed  the  desert  bare 
And  faced  the  storm  and  heat; 

We  do  not  know  how  many  thorns 
Have  pierced  the  tender  feet. 

And  all  should  stop  a  moment 
Some  kindly  word  to  speak, 

For  none  can  rise  to  greatness 
By  trampling  on  the  weak. 


WE  SHOULD  NOT  JUDGE  A  BROTHER     119 

That  noble  one  who  offers  aid 
With  honor  should  be  decked; 

To  stoop  to  raise  a  fallen  one, 
'Tis  but  to  stand  erect. 

The  fearless  ones  in  every  age, 

The  wisest  and  the  best, 
Have  laid  the  helping  hand  upon 

The  brow  of  the  opprest. 

A  gentle  word,  a  friendly  hand, 

Is  always  sure  to  win; 
It  is  just  one  touch  of  nature 

That  makes  the  whole  world  kin. 


MAXIMS 

They  may  not  be  the  best  of  earth 
Who  are  so  well  descended, 

Though  they  may  come  of  gentle  birth 
The  glory  may  have  ended. 


A  gentleman  may  be  a  lord, 

More  oft  a  plowman  of  the  sod, 

Or  halls  of  learning  may  adorn 
A  gentleman  may  pack  a  hod. 


Old  beacon  lights  long  may  they  burn 
Old  books  will  stand  the  test; 

Old  recollections  will  return, 
Old  friends  are  far  the  best 


THE  IDEAL  HOME 

There's  a  cozy  little  cottage 

In  a  quiet  shady  spot, 
Nestling  down  among  the  roses 

And  the  sweet  for-get-me-not. 

Always  when  the  day  is  over, 
When  I  know  that  I  am  free, 

Someone's  in  that  little  cottage 
Just  awaiting  there  for  me. 

Someone's  eyes  are  growing  brighter, 
Someone's  standing  at  the  gate; 

Someone's  heart  is  getting  lighter, 
Someone  knows  I'm  never  late. 


122  THE  IDEAL  HOME 

Someone's  always  there  to  welcome, 
Someone's  happy  as  can  be; 

Someone's  arme  are  thrown  around  me 
Someone's  talking  tenderly. 

Someone's  smiling  as  she  tells  me 

All  about  her  little  cares; 
Someone  gently  stoops  to  kiss  me 

When  I'm  taken  unawares. 

And  if  I'm  a  little  bothered 

When  the  times  are  mighty  tight, 

Someone  says,  "Now  don't  you  worry, 
It  is  coming  out  all  right." 

Someone  who  has  never  wavered, 
Someone  who  is  always  true, 

Someone  who  is  standing  by  me, 
Someone  who  will  see  me  through. 


THE  IDEAL  HOME  123 

Someone,  is  a  little  woman, 

Bravely  meeting  care  and  strife, 

Someone,  is  a  little  sweetheart, 
Someone,  is  a  little  wife. 

Years  ago  I  wooed  and  won  her, 
She's  my  world  in  which  I  dwell ; 

Angel  of  my  better  nature, 
More  to  me  than  I  can  tell. 

When  the  shadows  gather  round  me 
She's  my  star  that  leads  me  on; 

Hand  in  hand  we'll  go  together 
Through  the  night  into  the  dawn. 


WHAT  IS  HOME  WITHOUT  A  DAD? 

What  is  home  without  a  mother? 

Who  can  make  the  home  so  glad? 
While  we  always  think  of  mother 

Should  we  not  remember  Dad? 

All  the  way  his  road  is  rugged, 

Little  play  and  little  rest — 
It  is  not  a  path  of  pleasure 

When  'tis  taken  at  the  best. 

Dad  is  up  so  bright  and  early, 

Takes  his  little  dinner  pail 
Out  in  every  kind  of  weather, 

Rain  and  sleet  and  storm  and  hail. 


WHAT  IS  HOME  WITHOUT  A  DAD?      125 

Dauntless  daring  every  danger; 

Always  does  the  best  he  can ; 
Fear  to  him  a  total  stranger, 

Dad  is  nothing  but  a  man. 

Men  have  stood  in  line  of  battle 
When  the  day  was  black  as  night, 

Faced  the  cannon's  roar  and  rattle, 
Stood  for  the  eternal  right. 

Life  is  but  a  field  of  battle, 
Men  are  falling  thick  and  fast, 

Fighting  for  their  homes  and  loved  ones. 
Heroes  battling  to  the  last. 

Where  the  shot  and  shell  are  raging, 
There  to  bear  the  battle's  brunt 

Standing  nobly  by  his  colors, 
Dad  is  always  at  the  front. 


126      WHAT  IS  HOME  WITHOUT  A  DAD? 

Often  in  the  heat  of  battle, 

Though  he  wearies  of  the  fight, 

Yet  he  proudly  marches  onward 
Till  the  coming  of  the  night. 

Mother's  day  we  know  is  welcome, 
Daddy's  day  is  not  so  bad; 

Let  us  always  gather  roses, 

Some  for  Mother,  some  for  Dad. 


MAXIMS 

Man  has  passed  through  many  stages, 
Down  through  prehistoric  ages — 
By  the  great  eternal     laws  of  nature's 

plan, 

Past  through  many  forms  and  spheres, 
Lived  and  dreamed  away  the  years, 
While  progressing  from  the  atom  to  the 
man. 


Looking  forward,  what  a  blessing, 

You  may  ever  be  progressing — 
In  the  cycles  yet  to  come  may  be  divine— 

You  may  go  and  come  again. 

On  a  high  and  higher  plain; 
All  the  boundless  vast  eternity  is  thine. 


LINCOLN  AND  THE  BOYS  IN  BLUE 

(Founded  on  Facts) 

'Twas  the  spring  of  eighteen  sixty-five, 
When  all  the  world  could  see 

The  fearless  Grant  was  closing  up 
Around  the  gallant  Lee. 

For  Richmond  then  had  fallen  and 
The  negroes   they  were  free, 

And  Sherman  and  his  army 
They  were  marching  to  the  sea. 

Two  soldiers  clad  in  army  blue 

Were  standing  by  the  walls 
Of  the  nation's  greatest  structure — 

The  legislative  halls. 


LINCOLN  AND  THE  BOYS  IN  BLUE       129 

These  lads  went  out  from  Michigan 

When  first  the  war  begun, 
Their  regiment  one  thousand  strong, 

And  now — but  forty-one! 

The  numbers  tell  the  story  true; 

But  if  you  wish  to  see, 
Look  up  the  Stonewall  regiment 

And  the  famous  Company  E. 

'.- '.-  • 

,T;-V    - 

The  boys  were  not  on  duty  now 

But  out  to  take  a  stroll, 
They  both  were  from  the  battle's  front 

And  out  upon  parole. 

Their  attention  was  attracted 
To  walls  which  were  defaced; 

For  written  there,  in  letters  bold, 
Their  comrades'  names  were  traced. 


130      LINCOLN  AND  THE  BOYS  IN  BLUE 

They  both  were  in  a  study  then 
And  each  made  up  his  mind ; 

For,  where  their  comrades  led  the  way, 
They  would  not  be  behind. 

But,  just  as  they  commenced  to  write, 

Some  one  in  uniform 
Appeared  upon  the  scene  and  at 

The  boys  began  to  storm. 

He  then  at  once  called  out  the  guard 

To  have  the  matter  tested. 
In  other  words,  'twas  his  intent 

To  have  the  boys  arrested. 

The  guard  came  on  the  double  quick, 

With  bayonets  presented! 
Our  soldier  boys  were  getting  riled: 

They  very  much  resented. 


LINCOLN  AND  THE  BOYS  IN  BLUE      131 

For  both  of  them  had  faced  the  foe 

On  many  a  battlefield; 
And  now  they  bravely  stood  their  ground 

And  neither  one  would  yield. 

They  were  filled  with  indignation 
And  gave  their  feelings  vent! 

When  lo!  behold!  there  come  along — 
Our  worthy  President! 

The  great  immortal  Lincoln  brought 

Proceedings  to  a  halt! 
And  then  he  started  out  to  find 

Just  who  was  in  the  fault! 

And  very  soon  the  verdict  came: 
(The  boys  were  much  elated) 

The   President  made  up  his  mind — 
They  were  exonerated! 


132      LINCOLN  AND  THE  BOYS  IN  BLUE 

It  was  a  most  impressive  scene! 

The  air  was  rent  with  cheers! 
And  one  they  never  would  forget 

Through  all  the  coming  years! 

He  told  them  every  boy  in  blue 
Could  come  and  write  his  name! 

For  he  was  proud  of  all  of  them — 
The  sick,  the  halt,  the  lame! 

No  place  could  be  too  sacred  for 

A  Union  soldier's  name! 
And  if  his  own  were  linked  with  theirs, 

He  wished  no  greater  fame! 

The  boys  in  blue  gave  up  their  lives! 

'Twas  all  they  had  to  give! 
On  freedom's  altar  laid  them   down, 

That  you  and  I  might  live! 


LINCOLN  AND  THE  BOYS  IN  BLUE      133 


And  every  one  beneath  the 

Whoever  it  may  be, 
Of  race  or  color,  black  or  white, 

Forever  shall  be  free! 

No  artist,  sage  or  poet, 

Whatever  they  may  do, 
Can  ever  paint  the  valor  of 

The  gallant  boys  in  blue! 

Then  his  voice  grew  low  and  tender. 
And  a  tear  was  on  his  cheek; 

Our  heroes  tried  to  thank  him  but 
They  were  too  glad  to  speak! 

He  put  his  arms  around  the  boys, 
And  said:     "You're  not  to  blame!" 

"And  if  you  like,  then,  side  by  side, 
We  all  will  write  our  name!" 


134      LINCOLN  AND  THE  BOYS  IN  BLUE 

And  there  the  nation's  idol  stood: 
The  great,  the  grand,  the  true! 

Arc!  wrote  his  name  upon  the  wall, 
Bei-ide  the  boys  in  blue. 

Our  history's  page  can  ne'er  record, 

Upon  her  scroll  of  fame, 
Another  that  will  ever  dim 

The  noble  Lincoln's  name! 

While  time  shall  last,  Columbia's  sons 

Their  pledges  will  renew; 
And  Lincoln's  name  will  live  beside 

The  gallant  boys  in  blue! 


CRITICISM  OF  RELIGIOUS  SECTS 

Religious  sects  are  criticized 
Because  they  fence  their  good, 

Instead  of  advocating 
Universal  brotherhood ! 

Now,  every  sect  in  Christendom, 

I«  mainly  in  the  right! 
Then  why  not  stop  contending 

That  they  have  all  the  light! 

Could  we  believe  the  Protestants, 
When  they  have  had  their  say, 

They  are  the  only  people: 

For  they  have  the  right-of-way. 


136         CRITICISM  OF  RELIGIOUS  SECTS 

They  still  believe  that  Providence 

Has  special  favors  sent; 
And  doubters  are  inflicted  with 

Some  future  punishment! 

The  Catholics,  they  tell  us,  too, 
That  they  have  all  the  Light: 

For  they  have  had  it  handed  down — 
They  have  the  copyright! 

They  still  advise  the  bells  and  cross 
For  every  son  and  daughter! 

And  still  believe  the  saving  grace 
And  power  of  Holy  Water. 

Regarding  Hell,  with  them  they  show 

By  every  word  and  act, 
(There  is  no  doubt  about  it) 

It  is  just  a  settled  fact! 


CRITICISM  OF  RELIGIOUS  SECTS         137 

And  then  the  Mormons  come  along, 
And  they,  too,  have  it  fine: 

They  have  a  special  wire,  which 
Is  not  a  party  line! 

They  tell  us  of  the  future  state 

And  all  about  creation, 
And  build  their  corner  stone  upon 

The  rock  of  Revelation. 

The  world  has  yet  to  prove  to  them 

Their  gospel  is  a  myth, 
They  all  are  staunch  and  loyal  to 

The  Prophet  Joseph  Smith. 

And  there  are  many  other  sects, 

That  must  not  be  neglected, 
Who  claim  they  are  the  only  ones 

That  will  be  resurrected ! 


138         CRITICISM  OF  RELIGIOUS  SECTS 

And  last  of  all,  there  is  a  class 
The  splendid  thought  advance ; 

That  every  one,  in  all  the  world, 
Will  surely  stand  a  chance! 

They  do   not  claim  the  "right-of-way;' 

They  have  no  "copyright;" 
Nor  yet  are  they  assuming 

That  they  have  all  the  "Light." 

Their  Temple  is  the  boundless  blue! 

The  stars  light  up  the  dome! 
The  rich  and  poor,  the  high  and  low, 

All  find  an  equal  home! 

They  recognize  in  all  the  world, 

In  every  man,  a  brother! 
Their  corner  stone  unselfish  Love, 

The  joy  you  give  another! 


LINCOLN  AND  THE  BOYS  IN  BLUE      139 

They  have  the  only  gospel 

That  was  handed  down  to  man; 

It's  treat  your  neighbor  as  yourself! 
Do  all  the  good  you  can! 

When  you  do  all  the  good  you  can, 

Can  any  one  do  more? 
Then   trust  the  silent  Ferryman 

To  reach  the  farther  Shore! 


MAXIMS 

Who  climbs  ambition's  rugged  height 

If  to  the  top  he  seeks, 
Will  find  the  winds  of  envy  rage 

Around  the  highest  peaks. 


In  men  like  mountains  all  untold 
Are  many  hidden  veins  of  gold. 


The  law  of  change  is  like  the  sea, 

It  never  is  at  rest, 
There  are  no  birds  in  any  tree 

Who  live  in  last  year's  nest. 


A  GREAT  RACE 

The  greatest  race  that  had  been  run 
Since  time  began  his  rounds, 

Was  down  in  old  Kentucky, 

Near  the  course  of  Churchill  Downs. 

A  horse  who  entered  in  that  race 

Was  out  to  save  a  farm, 
The  farmer's  only  daughter  gave 

To  him  the  name  "Alarm." 

Miss  Katie  and  "Alarm"  were  chums, 

They  never  were  apart, 
And  since  his  birth  he'd  always  been 

The  idol  of  her  heart. 


142  A  GREAT  RACE 

Miss  Katie  was  a  favorite, 

A  handsome  bonny  lass, 
And  when  it  came  to  horsemanship 

But  few  were  in  her  class. 

"Alarm"  had  never  known  defeat, 

A  thoroughbred  was  he, 
And  he  could  go  the  distance,  for 

He  had  a  pedigree. 

'Twas  at  the  County  Fair  one  day, 

In  nineteen  hundred  one, 
And  many  thousands    gathered  there 

The  day  the  race  was  run. 

A  cool  ten  thousand  dollars  was 
The  price  the  purse  would  pay 

To  the  horse  that  beat  the  field,  was 
In  the  running  all  the  way. 


A  GREAT  RACE  143 

And  horsemen  they  had  gathered  there 

From  far  and  near  around, 
And  everyone  was  trying  hard 

To  pull  the  money  down. 

There    were  cracker- jacks    from   every 
where 

And  thoroughbreds  galore, 
And  everyone  was  betting  on 

The  •  horse  they  thought  would  score. 

The  bookies,  they  were  laying  odds 
The  field  would  beat  "Alarm," 

But  still  he  was  the  only  chance 
To  save  the  Mason  farm. 

The  jockeys  with  their  colors  up 

Had  ridden  on  the  track, 
When,    with    a    plunge,     "Alarm"    had 
thrown 

The  boy  from  off  his  back. 


144  A  GREAT  RACE 

'Twas  not  a  fatal  accident 

But  just  a  broken  arm; 
They  had  to  get  another  boy 

To  ride  the  great  "Alarm." 

At  last  Miss  Kate  herself  appeared 
With  colors  blue  and  red, 

And  vowed  if  they  would  let  her  ride 
She'd  bring  him  in  ahead. 

The  girl  was  in  the  saddle  now — 
"They're  off,"  the  people  shout 

That  blue  and  red  was  in  the  rear, 
There  wasn't  any  doubt. 

And  now  they're  at  the  quarter  pole 

And  going  very  fast, 
When  every  one  could  plainly  see 

The  great  "Alarm"  was  last 


A  GREAT  RACE  145 

And  just  a  little  later  they 

Had  gone  a  half  a  mile, 
And  blue  and  red  was  closing  up 

The  gap  in  royal  style. 

Excitement  now  was  fever  heat, 

They'd  gone  another  lap, 
Were  near  the  great  three-quarter  pole, 

Yet  still  there  was  a  gap. 

And  now  they  all  were  in  the  stretch — 
Where  was  the  great  "Alarm?" 

The  noble  steed,  he  seemed  to  know 
He  had  to  save  the  farm. 

He  was  going  like  a  demon, 

And  by  the  leader's  side ; 
The  girl  that  wore  the  blue  and  red, 

Ye  gods,  how  she  could  ride! 

10 


146  THE  RACE  HORSE 

'Twas  side  by  side  and  neck  and  neck, 
And  none  of  them  would  yield, 

And  now  a  mighty  shout  rang  out; 
"'Alarm'  agin  the  field!" 

The  kings  of  all  the  turf  were  there, 
And  thousands  held  their  breath ; 

The  girl  that  wore  the  blue  and  red, 
To  her  'twas  life  or  death. 

The  track  was  thronged  with  people,  all 

Who  lived  about  the  farm, 
Again  a  mighty  shout  rang  out: 

"Come  home,  come  home,  'Alarm.'  " 

And  grandly  he  was  coming  home, 

With  colors  blue  and  red, 
And  midst  the  thunders  of  applause 

Came  in  a  nose  ahead. 


FAIRY  LAND 

When  Fancy  sets  her  every  sail, 
And  eager  youth  is  in  command, 

We  launch  our  boat  upon  the  wave 
And  sail  away  to  Fairyland. 

A  fragrant  scent  from  far  away 
Is  wafted  from  some  fairy  shore — 

A  crystal  stream,  a  friendly  wind, 
An  unseen  hand  to  row  us  o'er. 

A  siren  song  that  lulls  to  rest, 
A  moonlit  sail,  an  isle  of  green, 

A  strain  of  music  heard  within 
Some  palace  of  a  Fairy  Queen. 


148  FAIRY  LAND 

The  Fairyland  is  decked  with  dells, 
And  wooded  paths  and  flowers, 

And  silvery  lakes  and  fairy  walks, 
Lead  to   enchanted  bowers. 

And  all  is  life  and  love  and  joy, 
And  everything  is  pleasure; 

There  is  no  work  in  Fairyland — 
It's  just  a  land  of  leisure. 

With  lofty  castles  all  the  way, 
And  grand  and  stately  towers — 

Where  Fairy  bands  of  music  play 
To  while  away  the  hours. 

And  in  that  wondrous  Fairyland, 
The  land  of  Cupid's  birth, 

There  Love  and  Cupid  reign  supreme, 
And  care  is  drowned  in  mirth. 


FAIRY  LAND  149 

And  as  we  flit  from  place  to  place, 
With  feet  so  light  and  airy, 

'Tis  with  regret  we  say  "Good-bye" 
To  each  and  every  fairy. 

And  Fancy  in  her  gayer  moods, 
When  youth  is  in  command, 

On  golden  wings  will  fly  away, 
With  Love,  to  Fairyland. 


HOGANANDDOOLAN 

Patsy  Hogan  was  a  copper, 
And  a  son  of  Erin's  Isle, 

He  was  on  the  Central  detail, 
And  was  noted  for  his  style. 

Patsy  was  a  brawny  fellow, 
Six  foot  in  his  stocking  feet, 

He  was  something  of  a  scrapper. 
And  the  best  man  on  the  beat. 

One  evening  when  at  luncheon, 

Mrs.  Hogan  says  to  Pat, 
"Your  neighbor,  Lary  Doolan, 

Has  been  talking  through  his  hat. 


HOGAN  AND  DOOLAN  151 

"Today  as  I  was  walking  out, 

I  met  with  Mr.  Doolan, 
And  when  he  spake,  says  I  to  him, 

'Go  on,  you're  only  foolin.' 

"Then  Doolan  says  to  me,  says  he, 

And  gave  me  arm  a  twist, 
'There's  twinty  men  I'm  goin'  to  lick, 

And  Hogan's  on  the  list.' ' 

Lary  Doolan  was  a  cobbler, 

And  he  ran  a  little  store, 
When  Hogan  heard  what  Doolan  said, 

It  made  him  awful  sore. 

Says  Pat  to  Mrs.  Hogan, 

"Doolan's  nothing  but  a  pup, 

As  I  go  to  work  this  evening, 
I'll  go  in  and  do  him  up." 


152  HOGAN  AND  DOOLAN 

So  as  Hogan  was  a  goin' 

By  Lary  Doolan's  place, 
Says  Pat,  "I'll  just  go  in  and  break 

This  Mr.  Doolan's  face." 

Then  Hogan  says  to  Doolan, 

"What's  this  that  you've  been  at, 

A  telling  everybody  you 

Would  meet  me  on  the  mat? 

"And  how  about  the  twinty  min 
That  you're  a  goin'  to  bate, 

And  all  the  neighbors  talkin' 
About  your  little  slate?" 

"You're  on,"  said  Mr.  Doolan 
As  he  shook  his  mighty  fist, 

"It's  straight  now,  Mr.  Hogan, 

You're  the  boie  that  heads  the  list." 


HOGAN  AND  DOOLAN  153 

Now  Doolan  had  been  trainin', 

He  looked  the  real  thing, 
And  Hogan  he  was  down  to  weight, 

And  ready  for  the  ring. 

So  Doolan  swung  for  Hogan, 

But  Hogan  wasn't  there, 
Then  Hogan  pasted  Doolan, 

Doolan's  feet  were  in  the  air. 

Then  Doolan  hollered,  "Hogan, 

It's  stop  I  tell  ye  whist, 
If  youse  will  hold  a  minute, 

I  will  rub  yese  off  me  list." 

The  neighbors  put  an  end  to  it, 

Who  happened  to  be  near, 
By  pryin'  Mr.  Hogan's  tath, 

From  Mr.  Doolan's  ear. 


MAXIMS 

An  unkind  word  the  sting  the  soul  re 
tains 

Is  like  the  wound,  though  healed  the  scar 
remains. 


Kind  words  are  sweeter  far  than  all  of 

song  and  art 
To  touch  the  chords  of  that  great  harp, 

the  human  heart. 


By  far  the  greatest  worries  of  the  race 
Are  troubles  that  have  never  taken  place. 


WORLD  HISTORY 

The  nations  like  man,  have  a  season 
Of  manhood,  of  youth,  and  decay, 

Yet  while  it  is  true,  there's  a  reason, 
They  never  know  when  to  make  hay. 

When  India  was  ruling  in  splendor, 
'Twas  Brahma  who  ran  it  alone, 

But  Brahma  went  out  on  a  hender, 
So  Egypt  sat  down  on  his  throne. 

Then  Greece  at  the  bat  had  an  inning, 
A  club  that  was  right  up  to  date — 

There's  nothing  could  stop  her  from  win 
ning, 
So  Egypt  went  out  at  the  plate. 


156  WORLD  HISTORY 

Well,  Greece  for  a  time  was  a  goin', 
But  wonders  they  never  will  cease, 

And  while  she  was  bragging  and  blowin', 
Why,  Rome  took  a  fall  out  of  Greece. 

'Twas  Nero  who  cornered  the  sugar, 

By  sitting  in  vanity's  lap — 
The  people  got  after  the  bugger, 

Rome  fell  and  went  off  of  the  map. 

Then  Europe  came  on  with  her  culture, 
Her  learnig,  her  music  and  art, 

'Till  William   the  Second,  the  Raiser, 
Appeared  and  was  playing  his  part. 

The  right,  it  will  never  diminish, 

Integrity  never  will  down, 
The  Kaiser  has  come  to  his  finish, 

By  losing  his  throne  and  his  crown. 


WORLD  HISTORY  157 


The  nations,  like  man,  are  deficient, 
'Tis  useless  to  build  for  a  day, 

A  hint  from  the  past  is  sufficient, 

There's  nothing  but  justice  will  stay. 


THE  ROAD  TO  EASY  STREET 

The  country's  going  money  mad! 

And  every  one  you  meet, 
Will  tell  you  he  has  found  the  road 

That  leads  to  Easy  Street. 

Some  booster  comes  and  holds  you  down, 
And  bores  you  till  you're  vexed, 

And  tips  you  on  the  quiet, 
He's  a  goin'  to  put  you  next! 

And  first  of  all  he  has  a  mine, 
And  gold  that  lies  in  chunks! 

The  mine  is  worth  a  million,  but 
They  need  a  thousand  plunks! 


ROAD   TO    EASY   STREET  159 

And  while  you're  feeling  pretty  gay, 
There  comes  along  a  lubber, 

And  shows  you  how  so  many  men 
Have  struck  it  rich  in  rubber! 

But  still  you  have  a  little  left, 

With  which  to  speculate, 
And  so  you  take  a  flyer  on 

A  bunch  of  real  estate ! 

And  when  you're  nearly  down  and  out, 

And  weary  of  the  strife, 
You  run  agin'  the  fellow  with, 

The  "twenty  payment  life!" 

He  charms  you  in  his  winning  way, 

And  drives  away  your  fears, 
Then  hinds  you  up  in  black  and  white, 

To  pay  for  twenty  years! 


160  ROAD   TO    EASY   STREET 

And  as  your  money  fades  away, 
Your  hopes  they  to  diminish, 

They've  worked  you  to  a  fare-ye-well. 
And  "flimmed"  you  to  a  finish! 

Now  should  these  lines  apply  to  you, 

Don't  fly  into  a  fury! 
They're  showing  people  every  day, 

Who  hail  from  old  Missouri! 


NOTHING  NEW 

We  see  the  same  old  sun  by  day, 
At  night  the  same  old  moon, 

We  go  to  see  the  same  old  play, 
We  hear  the  same  old  tune. 

The  lovers  make  the  same  old  vow, 
They  woo  and  win  or  lose, 

Yet  what  they  vow  or  what  they  say, 
Is  never  any  news. 

There's  nothing  new  that  can  be  said, 
That's  not  been  said  before, 

The  most  of  those  who  try  instead, 
At  best  they  only  bore. 

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162  NOTHING  NEW 

Miss  Kate  has  sat  'till  late  at  night, 

With  Mr.  John  McKay, 
At  breakfast  Kate's  Ma-ma  inquired, 

"What  did  he  have  to  say?" 

"Ma-ma,  when  Dad  was  courting  you, 
The  same  old  gush  was  hurled, 

There's  nothing  said  today  that's   new. 
It's  just  the  same  old  world." 


STICKIN'  ROUND 

"Now  comes  the  winter  of  our  discon 
tent," 

When  fogs  appear  and  we  are  cramped 
for  rent. 

Our  coal  and  grocery  bill  is  goin'  some, 
They  tell  us  that  the  worst  is  yet  to  come. 

We've  nibbled  every  bait,  along  the  line, 
From  oil  and  rubber  to  a  wild  cat  mine. 

Our  bank  acount  has  had  an  awful  dent, 
And  if  we  are  not  broke,  we're  badly  bent. 


164  STICKIN'  ROUND 

Our  creditors,  they've  got  us  on  the  rack., 
They  get  us  goin'  and  a  comin'  back. 

The    daily    mail  we    get,    with    duns    is 

jammed, 
Was    ever    mortal     man    on    earth    so 

damned? 

We're   stickin'  round,   although   a   little 

vexed, 
To  see  just  what  in  H'l  will  happen  next. 


THE  STENOGRAPHER 

Hello  Old  Sport!  Is  you  de  guy 
Wot  put  it  in  de  paper, 

Youse  looking  for  a  good  stenog? 
Well,  I'm  de  proper  caper! 

I'm  educated  up  in  G! 

Me  name  is  Liz  McLourie! 
Jest  t'row  your  optics  on  to  me! 

I'm  chmpion  of  de  bowery! 

I've  got  de  speed  in  both  me  mits : 
Yose  needn't  t'ink  I'm  green! 

And  when  I  git  me  ragtime  gait, 
I'll  bust  your  old  machine! 


166  THE  STENOGRAPHER 

And  do  youse  mind,  I'  tellin'  ye, 
Yer  know  I've  got  me  "steady!" 

JNo  goo-goo  eyes  at  me,  Old  Sport, 
Remember  I'm  a  leidy! 

And  don't  you'se  get  too  gay  wit'  me, 
Because  youse  got  de  swag! 

And  in  de  mornin',  when  I'm  late, 
Youse  needn't  chew  de  rag! 

I'm  such  a  timid  little  t'ing! 

I'm  never  known  to  boast : 
Me  "steady"  wouldn't  stand  for  it, 

For  me  to  get  a  roast! 

An'  listen,  cully,  and  you'll  have 
Me  lastest  observation : 

For,  if  I  get  de  job,  I'll  stick- 
Just  like  a  poor  relation! 


THE  STENOGRAPHER  167 

And  how  about  me  salary? 

De  dough's  de  stuff  dat  knocks! 
Dere's  nothin'  doin'  wid  de  gang, 

Unless  yer've  got  de  rocks! 

What's  dat?  you'se    goin'  to  pass  me  up! 

Well,  by  de  hully  gee! 
So  long,  Old  Sport,  yer  out  of  date! 

And  you'se  too  cheap  fer  me. 


MAXIMS 

Life  has  its  changes 

Tinged  with  doubt  and  fear, 
With  sun  and  shadow 

Touched  with  smile  and  tear. 

The  night  was  made  for  love  and  song, 

Ambition  rules  the  day, 
With  father  time  we  jog  along, 

So  let  it  come  what  may. 

The  sable  sisters  of  the  night 

Steal  silently  away, 
To  meet  on  misty  mountain  tops 

The  rosy  nymphs  of  day. 


BYGONE  DAYS 

Are  all  those  golden  moments  o'er 
With  joy  and  pleasure  teeming? 

Dear  one,  are  we  to  meet  no  more, 
Or  am  I  only  dreaming? 

Those  happy  days  can  I  forget, 
A  vision  seems  to  haunt  me  yet. 

Dark  eyes  that  well  adorned  a  face 
So  filled  with  modesty  and  grace. 

In  manner  chaste  and  so  refined, 
A  pearl,  methought  of  womankind. 


170  BYGONE  DAYS 

I  will  not  chide  nor  censure  thee 
Though  I  may  be  rejected. 

The  blame  it  lies  alone  with  me, 
For  you  have  been  neglected. 

My  dear  Marie,  I  will  agree, 
To  leave  a  word  unspoken, 

I  know  'tis  wrong  to  wait  so  long, 
To  send  some  tender  token. 

If  you'll  forgive  then  while  I  live, 

I'll  always  be  your  lover. 
But  here's  my  wife,  it's  worth  my  life ! 

I'll  have  to  take  to  cover. 


THE  OLD-FASHIONED  CIRCUS 

The  good  old-fashioned  circus — it 

Is  something  of  the  past! 
But  still  it  lives  in  memory  yet 

And  will,  while  times  shall  last! 

We  love  to  turn  the  pages  back 

And  think  of  long  ago: 
When  youth  and  age  alike  enjoyed 

The  good  old-fashioned  show. 

For  weeks  ahead  the  bills  were  up, 
For  miles  and  miles  aroun', 

And  there  was  something  doin', 
When  the  circus  came  to  town! 


172  THE  OLD-FASHIONED  CIRCUS 

The  streets    were  thronged  with  people 

hound 

To  see  the  great  parade: 
On  every  corner  could  be  seen 
The  rustic  and  the  maid. 

For  everybody's  cousin  and 

His  uncle  and  his  aunt 
Had  come  to  town  in  family  groups, 

To  see  the  elephant! 

The  smell  of  roasted  peanuts, 

At  ninety  in  the  shade ; 
The  trumpet's  blare  and  everywhere 

The  circus  lemonade! 

A  few  were  loaded  to  the  guard 
With  good  old-fashioned  booze! 

And  there  were  many  sure-thing  men, 
Who  said  we  couldn't  lose! 


THE  OLD-FASHIONED  CIRCUS  173 

Instead  of  the  calliope, 

They  had  the  fife  and  drum! 

It  wasn't  classic  music — 
But  they  wuz  a  goin'  some! 

When   they    came    marching    down    the 
street, 

The  finest  in  the  land, 
All  dressed  up  in  their  uniforms— 

They  played  to  beat  the  band! 

There  was  fine  old  martial  music, 
The  tunes  were  good  and  true! 

"The  Girl  I  Left  Behind  Me"  and 
The  old  "Red,  White  and  Blue!" 

The  wonders  of  the  world  were  there! 

(For  they  had  searched  creation 
To  form  this  most  stupendous 

And  colossal  aggregation.) 


174  THE  OLD-FASHIONED  CIRCUS 

The  daring  bare-back  rider  and 

The  thrilling  high  trapeze ! 
The  clown  was  there  with  all  his  tricks 

And  evryone  to  please! 

The  great  ring  master!  he  was  there 
Who  marched  about  the  ring! 

1'her  wuzn't  nothing  to  it — 
He  was  just  the  real  thing! 

And  in  those  good  old  palmy  days 
There  was  no  cushion  seat — 

A  common  board,  was  good  enough, 
And  mighty  hard  to  beat! 

We  boys,  that  sat  up  near  the  top, 

Our  eyes  would  open  wide, 
When  we  looked  out  and  saw  the  world 

Still  going  on  outside. 


THE  OLD-FASHIONED  CIRCUS  175 

And  then  there  wuz  the  side  show,  too! 

And  no  one  there  could  doubt  it: 
A  man  stood  on  a  dry  goods  box, 

And  told  us  all  about  it! 

They  had  the  bearded  lady  and 

The  Indian  Rubber  man ! 
And  then  the  famous  Missing  Link, 

Or  name  it  if  you  can! 

The  long  and  short;  the  thick  and  thin; 

All  standing  in  a  row! 
And  the  wild  man  who  was  captured 

Way  down  in  Borneo! 

And  last  of  all  but  not  the  least, 

Within  that  hippodrome, 
Wuz  every  kind  of  animal— 

From  Africa  to  Nome. 


176  THE  OLD-FASHIONED  CIRCUS 

The  monster  hippopotamus! 

The  lion  in  his  lair! 
The  camel  and  the  elephant 

And  then  the  polar  bear! 

And  there  wuz  birds  of  paradise! 

And  snakes  as  long  as  rails! 
And  there  wuz  heaps  of  monkeys,  too, 

A  hanging  by  their  tails! 

And  there  wuz  many  other  things 

To  wonder  and  appall, 
You  know  there  wuz  so  many 

That  we  couldn't  see  'em  all! 

Our  little  world  wuz  limited! 

But  never,  since  our  birth, 
Had  anything  come  up  to  it — 

The  Greatest  Show  on  Earth ! 


THE  OLD-FASHIONED  CIRCUS  177 

To  you  who  see  the  three  rings  now 

'Twould  seem  a  little  slow, 
But  we  all  got  our  money's  worth 

At  that  old-fashioned  show! 


MAXIMS 

The  faith  we  have  in  friendship 
Is  by  far  the  noblest  part, 

The  friends  we  know  of  long  ago 
Are  nearest  to  the  heart. 


Man  in  the  present  never  is  at  rest, 
The  dim  and  distant  future  seemeth  best. 


In   battling    with   the   mighty   hosts  of 

wrong, 
The    march    of   human    progress    drags 

along. 


GETTING  OLD. 

1  never  knew  that  I  was  old, 
Until  today  when  I  was  told. 
I  left  my  office  for  the  street, 
Intent  on  something  good  to  eat. 

A  chauffeur  by  the  name  of  Brown, 
Within  an  ace  had  run  me  down. 
I  told  that  chauffeur  he  was  blind, 
And  started  out  to  ease  my  mind. 

Says  I,  "Young  man,  I'm  fifty-two, 
But  I  can  wipe  the  ground  with  you!" 
Just  then  some  kid,  I  heard  him  yell, 
"Go  to  it,  Dad,  and  give  him  H !" 


FAIRY  TALES 

"My  dear  mamma,"  said  little  Fred, 
When  snugly  tucked  up  in  his  bed, 

"Are  fairy  tales  all  told  in  rhyme 
And  do  they  start  'Once  on  a  time?' ' 

"Oh  no,  my  son,"  said  Mrs.  Gray, 
"Your  papa's  do  not  start  that  way, 

"His  fairy  tales  are  up  to  date: 
He's  'at  the  office'  when  he's  late, — 

"He  never  yet  was  known  to  fail 
To  start  that  way  his  fairy  tale." 


HOUSE  OF  LORDS 

'Twas  in  the  House  of  Lords  one  day, 
A  member  had  some  things  to  say 
That  very  much  offended: 
The  speaker  had  at  once  explained, 
The  House  was  very  sorely  pained 
And  said,  "My  lord,  you  realize, 
You  should  at  once  apologize." 
The  member  knelt  upon  the  floor, 
And  said,  "Your  pardon  I  implore." 
He  then  arose  with  graceful  ease, 
And  brushed  the  dust  from  off  his  knees, 
And  told  them  with  a  stately  bow, 
"The  House  is  dirty  anyhow." 


MAN'S  EMANCIPATION 

The  hope  of  all  the  centuries, 
The  fondest  dream  of  man 

Has  been  an  economic,  broad, 
Co-operative  plan. 

Long  ago,  'twas  Aristotle, 
Who  had  a  vision  when 

The  King  of  toil  was  coming,  for 
The  betterment  of  men. 

When  the  shuttles  of  the  weaver 
Were  set  to  work  by  steam, 

Man  had  produced  the  masterpiece 
Of  Aristotle's  dream. 


MAN'S  EMANCIPATION  183 

The  great  machine,  with  breath  of  fire, 

Is  destined  yet  to  be 
Man's  liberator  here  on  earth, 

The  God  to  set  him  free. 

When  man  controls  that  king  of  toil, 
His  work  will  be  a  pleasure — 

That  blessed  boon  will  give  to  man 
His  liberty  and  leisure. 

This  has  been  called  an  Age  of  Ease, 

An  epoch  grand  and  free, 
Instead  it  is  an  age  of  Strife, 

Of  shame  and  misery. 

One  truth  there  is,  that  man  must  know, 

Before  he  can  be  free, 
That  wisdom  is  the  power  to  give 

Him  life  and  liberty. 


184  MAN'S  EMANCIPATION 

Bread  is  the  golden  key  to  life, 

A  part  of  nature's  plan; 
Who  owns  the  tools  to  make  the  bread, 

'Tis  he  controls  the  man. 

The  problem  of  the  universe, 

When  taken  as  a  whole 
Give  equal  access  to  the  bread 

You  then  will  free  the  soul. 

Throughout  the  ages  man  has  been, 
By  myth  and  ghost  pursued, 

Downtrodden,  tortured  and  debased, 
Dishonored  and  subdued. 

When  science  with  her  thoughtful  face 
Looked  on  through  prison  bars, 

While  superstition's  banner  waved 
In  many  countless  wars. 


MAN'S  EMANCIPATION  185 

A  few  have  ruled  by  fear  and  force, 

When  reason  was  a  crime — 
A  few  have  over-awed  mankind 

With  impudence  sublime. 

A  few  have  held  an  option 

On  that  land  beyond  the  skies; 

They  claimed  the  right-of-way  upon 
The  road  to  Paradise. 

The  old  traditions  handed  down, 

In  every  age  and  place 
Are  but  historic  fables, 

In  the  twilight  of  the  race. 

No  creed  has  dedicated  yet 

A  Temple  to  the  free, 
No  throne  has  built  a  column 

For  the  cause  of  liberty. 


186  MAN'S  EMANCIPATION 

Man  has  been  a  beast  of  burden 
With  a  load  upon  his  back, 

The  Priest  and  Politician 

He  has  had  them  both  to  pack. 

A  master  class  has  governed  man, 

A  few  collect  a  toll 
By  stepping  on  a  brother's  rights, 

That  they  may  reach  the  goal. 

That  system  cannot  long  endure, 

By  any  law  or  plan 
When  founded  on  disunion, 

By  dividing  man  from  man. 

There'll  be  a  multitude  of  sins, 
And  crime  will  reign  supreme — 

Disorder  and  disease  the  rule, 
And  virtue  but  a  dream. 


MAN'S  EMANCIPATION  187 

Delirium  will  be  at  large, 

Mankind  be  under  ban, 
We  search  the  universe  to  find 

One  full  developed  man. 

For  centuries  of  servitude 

Man  has  been  hypnotized, 
The  awful  insult  to  the  soul 

Has  not  been  realized. 

The  flesh  of  martyrs  cut  and  brused 

By  chains  in  prison  cell, 
Heroic  spirits  who  have  past 

Through  flames  of  living  Hell. 

The  slaves  and  chattels  in   the  past 
Who  have  been  bought  and  sold, 

Where  curse  and  whip  and  human  blood 
Were  substitutes  for  gold. 


188  MAN'S  EMANCIPATION 

The  countless  sons  of  toil  who  have 

Been  crucified  and  slain, 
While  struggling  through  the  ages 

Up  the  Calvary  of  pain. 

When  greed  alone  shall  rule  the  world, 
There'll  come,  heyond  a  doubt, 

A  time  when  genius,  art  and  song, 
Will  all  he  blotted  out. 

The  social  fabric  would  present 

A  fast  decaying  world, 
'Twould  fall  a  mass  of  ruins, 

Then  be  into  a  chaos  hurled. 


MAN'S  EMANCIPATION— A  VISION 

Through  the  mists  of  myth  and  fable, 
Through  the  blackness  of  the  night. 

Over  self  and  pomp  and  power, 
Dawns  the  coming  age  of  light. 

A  few  heroic  spirits  yet, 

With  hope  of  no  reward, 
Are  standing  on  the  battle  front, 

Where  souls  are  made  or  marred. 

Like  legionary  knights  of  old, 

Determined  to  be  free, 
Who  led  the  conquering  columns 

For  the  cause  of  liberty. 


190        MAN'S  EMANCIPATION— A  VISION 

Every  land  where  man  has  suffered 
For  the  right  was  crucified, 

Always  some  immortal  genius, 
Hand  in  hand,  has  walked  beside. 

They  who  have  suffered  most  for  man, 
Who  did  the  greatest  good, 

How  often  in  their  day  and  age, 
Were  little  understood! 

Time  will  reward  heroic  souls, 
The  brave,  the  true  of  heart, 

While  justice  holds  in  scorn  that  one 
Who  acts  the  coward's  part. 

The  race  is  only  primitive, 

The  many  do  not  see, 
A  few  are  fanning  to  a  blaze, 

That  spark  of  liberty. 


MAN'S  EMANCIPATION— A  VISION        191 

Man  yet  will  come  into  his  own, 

Attain  his  high  estate, 
Who  does  the  greatest  good  for  all, 

That  one  is  truly  great. 

Who  would  be  just,  will  only  claim 

The  right  he  gives  another, 
He  stands  erect  who  stoops  to  raise 

A  weaker,  fallen  brother. 

The  slave  will  break  his  bonds  at  last, 

Will  waken  from  his  dream, 
The  prison  doors  will  open  wide, 

Man's  will  shall  be  supreme. 

Out  in  the  boundless  realm  of  thought, 

The  mind  of  man  is  king, 
Unfettered  eagle  of  the  peaks, 

With  endless,  tireless  wing. 


192        MAN'S  EMANCIPATION— A  VISION 

Behold  the  evils  pass  away, 

That  man  has  given  birth — 
Historic  destiny  is  heard, 

Its  thunder  shakes  the  earth. 

That  monster  greed  who  roams  the  world 

So  eagerly  for  pelf, 
In  mad  endeavor  to  consume, 

Will  be  consumed  himself. 

A  star  is  rising  in  the  east, 

A  Budda  can  be  seen — 
Mahomet  in  Arabia, 

A  Paul  in  Palestine. 

The  torch  of  freedom  in  his  hand, 

Illuminates  the  way — 
He  comes,  this  herald  of  the  dawn, 

Fore-runner  of  the  day. 


MAN'S  EMANCIPATION— A  VISION        193 

Down  the  ages,  comes  this  martyr, 
Every  burden  he  would  bear, 

'Till  the  spark  that  had  been  kindled, 
Burst  into  the  proletaire. 

He  has  broken  down  his  shackles, 
Proud  his  banner  is  unfurled, 

Herald  of  the  glad  awakening, 
And  the  hope  of  all  the  world. 

On  to  victory,  he  is  marching, 

Going  at  a  mighty  pace— 
The  despised  of  every  nation, 

Is  the  Savior  of  the  race. 

Like  a  Giant    that  was  sleeping, 

Like  a  lion  in  his  lair, 
You  can  hear  the  distant  thunder 

Of  the  coming  proletaire. 

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194        MAN'S  EMANCIPATION— A  VISION 

This  Hercules,  this  Giant, 

Who  was  chained  within  a  den, 

Has  cast  his  shackles  down  to  speak, 
Unspoken  thoughts  of  men. 

He  comes  to  lift  aside  the  veil, 

So  all  the  world  may  see — 
Then  from  the  pits  of  servitude, 

The  masses  will  be  free. 

He  comes,  this  fearless  friend  of  man, 
Let  strife  and  envy  cease — 

With  evolution,  hand  in  hand, 
A  messenger  of  peace. 

Not  with  the  iron  heel  of  war, 
With  shriek  of  shot  and  shell — 

But  in  one  mighty  brotherhood, 
The  unborn  future  tell. 


MAN'S  EMANCIPATION— A  VISION        195 

This  outcast,  most  maligned  of  men, 

At  last  will  take  his  place 
The  peer  of  all  the  centuries, 

The  noblest  of  the  race. 

No  power  can  put  this  Giant  down, 

Or  keep  him  under  ban, 
A  nobler  age  is  dawning  now, 

And  then  a  nobler  man. 

The  black  flag  of  the  feudal  Lords, 

No  more  shall  be  unfurled, 
Nor  cast  its  shadow  once  again 

Upon  a  stricken  world. 

The  cultured  parasites  who  live, 

And  prey  upon  mankind 
Will  find  a  new  diversion  then, 

To  occupy  the  mind. 


196        MAN'S  EMANCIPATION— A  VISION 

There'll  be  no  multi-millionaire, 

No  King  in  saintly  dress; 
No  power  to  hold  and  subsidize 

A  great  united  press. 

There'll  be  no  Lackeys  then  on  board, 

No  royal  ship  of  state, 
No  Lords  of  earth  in  uniform, 

With  badge  to  decorate. 

There'll  be  no  watered  stock  for  sale, 
No  merchants  selling  air — 

Free  men  will  labor,  side  by  side, 
And  each  his  burden  bear. 

No  tenement  shall  curse  the  land 
Where  children  of  the  poor 

Have  never  seen  a  leaf  or  bud, 
Or  tree  around  the  door. 


MAN'S  EMANCIPATION— A  VISION        197 

Child  labor,  too,  shall  disappear, 
That  shame,  that  foul  disgrace, 

That  darkest  stain  of  any  age, 
Of  any  time  or  place. 

The  children  of  the  factory, 

'Tis  then  they  will  be  seen 
Where  golden-rod  and  daisies  grow, 

In  fields  of  wooded  green. 

Their  cheeks  will  bloom  with  roses  then, 
And  like  the  lily  fair, 

They'll  bathe  in  nature's  own  sunshine- 
Will  breathe  her  sweet,  free  air. 

Those  frail  and  helpless  little  ones, 

Will  find  a  resting  place 
In  happy  homes  where  bud  and  bloom 

The  virtues  of  the  race. 


198        MAN'S  EMANCIPATION— A  VISION 

Pale  woman  will  not  be  enslaved, 

Or  bend  beneath  the  rod — 
Will  be  redeemed,  the  peer  of  man, 

The  noblest  work  of  God. 

That  friendless  one  who  is  compelled 

To  lead  a  life  of  shame, 
Will  be  a  wife,  and  mother,  too, 

And  own  an  honored  name. 

The  toiling  masses  free  from  care, 

The  joys  of  life  complete — 
While  they  who  clothe  the  world  may 
share, 

Who  feed  the  world  may  eat. 

Then  man  will  treat  his  fellow  man 
As  man  should  treat  his  neighbor — 

Throughout  the  land  in  halls  of  state, 
Will  sit  the  sons  of  labor. 


MAN'S  EMANCIPATION— A  VISION        199 

Down-trodden  man  will  stand  erect 
With  freedom's  flag  unfurled,— 

The  crucial  test  for  all  will  be 
Some  service  to  the  world. 

The  strong  will  freely  aid  the  weak 
From  out  of  nature's  store— 

And  justice  with  a  loving  hand, 
Will  lead  the  mental  poor. 

The  thrones  and  creeds  will  pass  away, 
They  will  have  done  their  part— 

The  future  creeds,  the  priests  and  kings, 
Will  be  the  brain  and  heart. 

\ 

The  coming  church  will  recognize 

In  every  man  a  brother, 
Its  cornerstone,  unselfish  love. 

The  joy  you  give  another. 


200        MAN'S  EMANCIPATION— A  VISION 

Then  bread,  that  problem  of  the  age, 

That  part  of  nature's  plan, 
The  great  machine,  with  breath  of  fire, 

Will  make  the  bread  for  man. 

Man  will  control  that  king  of  toil, 
His  work  will  be  a  pleasure — 

That  blessed  boon  will  give  to  man 
His  liberty  and  leisure. 

Production,  too,  will  be  controlled 

By  predetermined  plan, 
With  all  for  each,  and  each  for  all 

The  betterment  of  man. 

Then  man  will  found  a  faith  divine, 
With  love  the  greater  part — 

Not  from  the  center  of  the  skies, 
But  from  the  human  heart. 


MAN'S  EMANCIPATION— A  VISION        201 

Humanity  will  be  humane 

And  all  its  rights  possess, 
Each  one  contribute  to  the  sum 

Of  human  happiness. 

Man  will  be  sovereign,  grand  and  free, 

Exalted  and  divine, 
Eternal  master  of  himself, 

A  King  of  royal  line. 

Free  from  myth  and  superstition, 

Which    have    bound    him    down    to 
earth — 

Free  from  all  the  fancied  evils 

That  have  followed  him  from  birth. 

Free,  no  more  to  be  a  servant, 

Nor  to  bend  beneath  the  rod- 
Standing  'neath  the  flag  of  nature, 
Man's  the  counterpart  of  God! 


202        MAN'S  EMANCIPATION— A  VISION 

Then  right  will  be  the  only  might, 
The  world  will  yet  be  free — 

One  flag  will  fly  in  every  port, 
The  flag  of  liberty. 


MAXIMS 

Since  time  upon  his  course  began 
'Twill  stand  the  crucial  test, 

They  who  have  done  the  most  for  man 
Have  served  their  country  best. 


The  wrongs  of  man  that  maketh  angels 

weep 
Where   justice    though    not    dead    is  oft 

asleep. 


Whose  cause  is  just  is  doubly  armed 
And  strengthened  for  the  fight — 

'Tis  but  a  self-inflicted  wound 
Who  dares  to  strike  the  right. 


BAR  OF  PUBLIC  OPINION 

The  court  is  open  all  the  time, 
With  facts  in  its  possession, 

'Tis  much  unlike  all  other  courts; 
It's  never  out  of  session. 

Time  honored  customs  are  compelled 

To  come  before  this  bar, 
And  yet  no  facts  have  been  assailed— 

For  truth  it  cannot  mar. 

This  court  cannot  be  overawed; 

And  all  are  made  to  feel 
The  power  and  righteous  judgment  of 

This  court  of  last  appeal! 


BAR  OF  PUBLIC  OPINION  205 

The  modern  Daily  Press  is  first 

To  come  before  this  bar ; 
Its  pages  filled  with  vice  and  crime, 

Its  voice  is  still  for  war. 

Regarding  what  we  eat  and  drink, 

The  press  is  not  so  blind, 
But  half  within  its  pages  is 

So  deadly  to  the  mind! 

The  public  have  an  interest 
In  the  all-important  question: 

How  much  of  crime  is  brought  about 
By  reading  and  suggestion? 

To  punish  crime,  the  press  has  tried, 

With  very  good  intention, 
It  should  begin  to  realize 

There's  something  in  prevention! 


206  BAR  OF  PUBLIC  OPINION 

When  higher  thought  and  purer  is 
Demanded  by  the  nation— 

'Tis  then  the  public  press  will  rise 
To  greater  elevation! 

The  Politician  is  the  next 

To  surely  meet  disaster, 
The  people  tire  of  hiring  him 

To  be  their  lord  and  master ! 

They,  too,  who  run  the  ship  of  state, 

Are  not  above  suspicion! 
For  most  of  them  are  governed  by 

A  personal  ambition! 

There's  many  a  one  who  represents 
Some  leading  corporation; 

But  few,  in  either  House,  deserve 
The  public  commendation! 


BAR  OF  PUBLIC  OPINION  207 

The  Politician's  being  weighed, 

Along  with  all  the  rest, 
On  present  information, 

He  will  never  stand  the  test. 

Then,  too,  the  Money  King  appears, 

Who's  treated  most  unfair, 
Benighted  and  unfortunate, 

Down-trodden  millionaire ! 

The  patient  toilers  of  the  land, 

The  money  power  neglect, 
The  people  have  few  rights  indeed, 

The  money  power  respect! 

We  often  lock  and  bar  our  doors, 

For  safety  in  the  night; 
But  overlook  the  greater  thieves, 

Who  rob  in  broad  daylight! 


208  BAR  OF  PUBLIC  OPINION 

At  times  the  people  in  reform 

Are  just  a  little  slow, 
These  "Cultured  Gentlemen,"  will  soon 

Be  with  the  passing  show. 

Mankind  has  yet  to  take  to  heart 

That  maxim  good  and  true: 
Do  unto  others  as  you  would 

That  they  would  do  to  you! 

Then  Union  Labor  is  in  line 

That  mighty  federation 
With  hands  across  the  sea,  they  now 

Embrace  the  whole  creation. 

No  use  to  strike  and  boycott  and 

Keep  up  an  awful  din ; 
Unite  and  use  the  ballot!     Then 

You  cannot  fail  to  win. 


BAR  OF  PUBLIC  OPINION  209 

Then  there's  the  Man  who  tills  the  soil, 

Who's  honest  as  the  day ! 
He  only  uses  water  when 

He  irrigates  his  hay ! 

He  packs  his  eggs  in  summertime; 

But  later  in  the  fall, 
He  ?ells  them  to  the  city  chap, 

Who  thinks  he  knows  it  all! 

The  Farmer's  coming  right  along 

And  learns  by  observation ; 
The  many  ways  in  which  to  serve 

His  day  and  generation. 

Now  take  the  School  of  Medicine: 

The  talented  M.  D., 
In  many  kinds  of  ailments, 

Is  most  woefully  at  sea ! 

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210  BAR  OF  PUBLIC  OPINION 

It  is  admitted  some  of  them 
May  know  a  thing  or  two ; 

But  all  of  them  are  licensed  so! 
No  matter  what  they  do. 

In  this,  our  most  enlightened  age, 
Aside  from  making  pills, 

They  torture  animals,  to  find 
A  cure  for  human  ills. 

The  world  would  be  the  better  far, 

So  thousands  now  agree, 
If  all  the  drugs  upon  the  earth 

Were  thrown  into  the  sea! 

Behold  the  Doctor  of  the  Law, 
That  splendid  legal  scholar! 

Who  never  lets  a  chance  go  by 
To  turn  an  honest  dollar! 


BAR  OF  PUBLIC  OPINION  211 

The  most  of  them  are  demagogues; 

Nor  are  they  men  of  letters, 
How  often  are  they  called  upon 

To  prosecute  their  betters! 

Before  you  hire  a  Legal  Light, 

In  city  or  in  town, 
If  there  is  anything  that's  loose, 

You'd  better  nail  it  down! 

For  every  time  you  go  to  court, 
There's  not  the  slightest  doubt, 

You  pay  when  you  are  going  in 
And  when  you're  coming  out! 

The  learned  Professors  now  appear, 
Who  have  a  mighty  yearning, 

To  pile  the  mental  store-house  with 
A  mass  of  useless  learning! 


212  BAR  OF  PUBLIC  OPINION 

The  most  they  teach  is  technical: 

They  know  no  other  way! 
You  must  become  an  expert,  or 

Your  time   is   thrown   away! 

There  seems  to  be  but  little  doubt, 

They  need  another  plan; 
A  new  department  to  instruct 

The  higher  type  of  man. 

Then  Monarchy  is  ushered  in, 

With  rule  of  iron  hand! 
For  Royalty  has  always  been 

The  curse  of  every  land! 

Your  Lords  and  Dukes  and  Princes,  all, 

Are  merely  titled  things! 
And  all  of  them  together,  too, 

Are  but  the  breath  of  kings ! 


BAR  OF  PUBLIC  OPINION  213 

These  leeches  on  the  public  purse 

Have  surely  had  their  day! 
The  throne,  that  was  so  mighty  once, 

Is  falling  to  decay! 

And  when  the  throne  shall  turn  to  dust 

And  mingle  with  the  soil, 
There'll  still  be  Lords  and  Princes  left; 

The  hardy  sons  of  toil! 

At  last  the  Clergy  of  the  land 

Are  called  to  testify, 
They  fear  to  give  their  honest  thought 

Or  tell  the  reason  why! 

A  few  of  them  have  dared  to  think 
And  though  'tis  counted  treason, 

'Tis  what  the  world  is  coming  to; 
Their  only  light  is  reason! 


214  BAR  OF  PUBLIC  OPINION 

Assumption  by  the  Ministry 

Is  re-examined  now, 
Though  public  sentiment  demands, 

Yet  they  are  loath  to  bow! 

In  each  and  every  age  the  Church 

Has  been  the  only  place 
Where   man  could  be  in  touch  with  God, 

Or  meet  Him  face  to  face ! 

We  meet  Him  on  the  desert  wild! 

Or  in  the  garden  fair! 
We  meet  Him  in  the  silent  wood ! 

For  God  is  everywhere! 

Within  the  sanctum  of  the  soul! 

Or  by  the  open  sea— 
The  Church  is  not  the  only  place 

To  seek  Divinity ! 


BAR  OF  PUBLIC  OPINION  215 

The  Creeds  are  slowly  losing  ground, 

That  man  has  given  birth, 
They  all  in  time  will  pass  away 

And  perish  from  the  earth: 

But  every  noble  deed  and  word; 

And  every  truth  sublime, 
Will  be  forever  handed  down 

To  every  age  and  clime: 

And  in  the  final  summing  up, 
The  world  will  know  the  facts! 

As  each  and  every  one  is  judged 
According  to  his  acts ! 


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